The second round of the team battle continued to deliver spectacular performances from the various warbands.
At this moment, the popularity of Arena No. 2837 was soaring.
Blood Sacrifice Plains battlefield.
The teleportation light faded, revealing an immense, boundless plain before the spectators.
Gray-white, fissured earth stretched to the horizon. Giant Pits formed by meteorite impacts were scattered here and there, and several enormous star remnants, like mountains, jutted diagonally from the ground in the distance.
At one corner of the battlefield, a figure appeared first.
He had short blue hair. Chains wrapped around his forearms and stretched down to the hilts of the two daggers in his hands.
The daggers were pitch-black, with only a thin line of scarlet flowing along their edges, as though they had drunk the blood of countless victims.
He raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of black eyes.
Behind him, the air rippled like water.
One figure after another silently emerged. They all wore close-fitting dark-gray leather armor, and their masks covered most of their faces, leaving only pairs of indifferent eyes visible.
They stood silently behind the blue-haired youth, like statues blending into the background, a faint chill radiating from them.
Across the plain, their opponents had also finished assembling.
They were a mid-sized guild of over four thousand players, the Shatterstone Warband, renowned on the forums for their tenacious defensive battles.
The guild leader, "Mountain-Splitting Stone-Crusher," rested a rune warhammer on his shoulder. When he saw the game ID "Mist Legion Commander," a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. That ID had been a hot topic on the forums for a while.
He had topped the rankings during the previous Newbie Leveling event and even gifted the forums with the iconic "Devout Bow" meme.
Mountain-Splitting Stone-Crusher swept his gaze over