After Lin Xia saw this, a trace of excitement flashed through his eyes.
Without the slightest hesitation, he casually grabbed someone, handed over a Bloody Mary, and said directly to the people beside him:
"You all watch from here first. I'll go test how tough it is!"
After saying this, Lin Xia signed up straight away.
Lin Xia's figure vanished behind the heavy doors leading into the Hell Slaughter Arena, leaving Zhu Zhuqing and the others standing in the shadows outside.
The air was so thick with madness and blood that it had almost taken form, and every breath carried the taste of rust.
The roars, screams, and hysterical shouts of the spectators inside surged out like a tide, battering their eardrums.
"Brother Lin Xia..."
Ning Rongrong's face went pale, and she instinctively grabbed Ye Lingling's arm beside her.
Even through the black veil, she could feel that Ye Lingling's fingertips were icy cold.
Meng Yiran pressed her lips together even more tightly, her body trembling slightly.
The purgatory-like scene before her far exceeded her worst imaginings.
Dugu Yan's emerald-green eyes, however, were astonishingly bright. A nearly morbid excitement churned within them. She licked her somewhat dry lips and murmured:
"What an... interesting place."
Zhu Zhuqing said nothing. Her cold cat eyes stared fixedly at the dark doors that had swallowed Lin Xia, her body taut like a fully drawn bow.
She felt the killing intent surging constantly through the air, trying to erode her reason, and forced herself to stay clearheaded.
Inside the doors was another world.
At the center of the massive circular arena, ten figures faced off like trapped beasts.
The ground was dark red, as if it had been repeatedly soaked through with countless amounts of blood, then dried.
The spectator stands towered upward into the