Life-and-Death Brawl

Cases like Shen Lin's were far from rare in the countless years since the Devil Race began hosting Life-and-Death Arenas.

Therefore, they had specially introduced a new format.

A grand melee!

There was no limit on the number of participants. Every ten days, all the cultivators who signed up for this format would be gathered together.

They would all be thrown into an arena and forced to slaughter one another.

The last person alive would be the victor.

The victor of this format only needed one battle to obtain Nine-Win Qualification.

After that, they only needed one more victory to advance from this arena.

Compared to climbing up through one battle after another, this format was clearly much more efficient.

However, in a chaotic melee, nothing that happened would be unexpected.

Even the strongest cultivator among the participants would not dare guarantee that he could definitely survive.

Because the strongest person would inevitably be the first target of everyone else's united assault.

The Qian Tu whom Shen Lin had just killed was fully qualified to participate in this format.

However, as someone born of the Demon Race, he also understood that the moment he entered, the other participants would inevitably surround and attack him first.

Even though Qian Tu's strength was extraordinary, he had not been confident that he could survive that kind of melee.

After all, those who dared participate in such a format were inevitably the cream of the crop among cultivators, with ample confidence in their own strength.

At this moment, after hearing the judge's explanation, Shen Lin was speechless.

"Damn it, if you'd told me about this format sooner, I wouldn't have wasted so much time."

Shen Lin shook his head and said decisively, "Then change me over right away. I'm going to participate in this