Sinister

Meanwhile.

In the Void Realm, above the vast, boundless super battlefield.

That towering purple-robed phantom condensed once more.

"The time has come."

"The second round, the grand melee, begins!"

Rumble—

Heaven and earth shook violently as more than a hundred dark-red arenas transformed into a vast, boundless Asura killing ground.

Azure Wind Domain, the Hundred Realms League's official main broadcast illusion realm.

Two official commentators clad in brocade robes were calmly and methodically analyzing the situation.

"Everyone, please look at Super Battlefield Number Seven."

The long-bearded commentator on the left swept his sleeve, and the projected screen instantly zoomed in. "Here, the teams from the thirty lowest-ranked small worlds in this league have gathered, numbering several thousand people in all."

"Though it is a chaotic struggle in the mire of lower worlds, there is no lack of astonishing talents."

"Indeed." The commentator on the right nodded slightly and continued, "First is the Mang Mountain Realm, ranked eightieth."

The image on the screen flickered.

Three burly men appeared, bare-chested and covered from head to toe in azure totem tattoos.

"The Mang Mountain Realm is far from weak this time." The long-bearded commentator sighed. "This Azure Fangs Squad has only three members, yet every one of them has stepped into the realm of Minor Intent!"

"Three Minor Intents!"

"In a melee among lower worlds, such a lineup is simply unstoppable. In the first round, they tore their opponents apart in just ten breaths. Their performance was nothing short of stunning."

"Besides the Mang Mountain Realm, the Blood Butchers Squad from the Sacred Blood Realm is equally not to be underestimated."

The image shifted again.

Several young men in blood-red cloaks appeared, their eyes sinister and their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

The commentator on the right said gravely, "The Sacred Blood