He Really Was Him

The next day, there was still some time before the final round of the Life-and-Death Arena.

But at this moment, the arena at the very center of Mochara Heaven in the Devil Race was already packed to the rafters.

Not only that, countless figures floated in the sky outside. They were all members of the Devil Race whose strength or status was insufficient to enter.

Nearly eighty percent of the Devil Race throughout Mochara Heaven had gathered here.

This showed just how highly the Devil Race regarded the Life-and-Death Arena.

Inside the arena, the highest balcony was enclosed by a layer of special crystal. No matter what cultivation level one had, no one outside could see what was happening inside.

Everyone in the Devil Race knew that this was where the founder of the Devil Race, the Demon Venerable, slept.

Fierce battles were the best sleeping aid for him.

Occasionally, this Demon Venerable would wake up and watch the battles below.

If someone performed well, they would receive a reward from this Dao Integration Realm powerhouse.

Therefore, quite a few members of the Devil Race participated in the final round of the Life-and-Death Arena.

At this moment, several contestants were already waiting in the arena.

Nearly half of them were members of the Devil Race, and each one radiated the fluctuations of the Venerable Realm.

As for the other foreign-race members who had risen through countless battles, they remained completely calm when facing these members of the Devil Race, showing no fear whatsoever.

That was because every contestant who could stand here had experienced countless battles.

Even the few Saint Realm cultivators were brimming with confidence. They clearly possessed some means of contending with the Venerable Realm.

"The foreign-race cultivators this time aren't bad."

On the elevated stand in the