The arena battle was raging fiercely. Of the ten meditation cushions, only three remained unclaimed, and everyone at the Demon Flame Holy Lake was fighting with everything they had.
The seven who had claimed cushions were Shi Ming of the Mad Rock Ape Clan, Jin Yao, sect master of the Dragon Lion Sect, Feng Ning, valley master of Gale Valley, and Hu Xin'er of the Pure Moon Snow Fox Clan.
She was a branch of the Nine-tailed Clan. However, after that great war between heaven and earth, the Nine-tailed Clan had declined, and the Pure Moon Snow Fox Clan, one of its branches, had nearly gone extinct. They were extremely rare.
The remaining three were Xie Kuang, mountain master of Poison Abyss Mountain; Lin Shan of the Mad Forest Dragon Python Clan; and Miao Xin of the Hard Shell Dragon Turtle Clan. All three were at the Death Profound Realm. Of course, Gu Xin'er had fallen one stage after using a secret art, but she had still managed to secure a cushion.
With only three cushions left, the people of the Mang Mountain Domain naturally wouldn't sit by and do nothing. Teng Feng, who had been standing beside Luo Tong, rose to his feet. His figure flickered, and he was on the arena in an instant.
But the appearance of a new challenger didn't spark another fight. Most of those who had come here were alone, and only a few had arrived in groups.
The strongest groups were the Beast War Palace and Mang Mountain, so no one wanted to be the first to step forward. More importantly, aside from the Beast War Palace, no other faction had anyone with Samsara Stage strength.
Even if they went up, they'd only get beaten for nothing. They might as well stay put!