"Seriously, I don't get why my lord insists on capturing that woman alive. Wouldn't it be better to just kill her and extract her soul before returning?"
"And what about the Mythical Realm? Are we really not going to do anything? At this rate, nearly all our informants here will be exposed."
"Also, wasn't the war supposed to be impossible to stop? What exactly happened? Why did it suddenly come to a halt?"
"This is going to be very bad, isn't it?"
"Our side has fallen into a grave crisis!"
In the Mythical Realm, the native land, the Second World, at the border, inside a certain arena.
The surroundings were exceptionally noisy.
It was the very moment the arena matches began.
Several Golden Core cultivators were fighting one another atop the stage, while the stands were packed with spectators.
The battle was fierce.
It was a slaughter, the kind where no quarter was given.
Blood continually sprayed through the air as the Golden Core cultivators fought.
Yet faced with the brutal scene on the stage, the atmosphere around them was strangely frenzied. The spectators all stared wide-eyed, their expressions twisted as their emotions poured forth in madness.
Though they had embraced civilization, barbarity still seemed to coil around the depths of their bones.
Amid this extreme atmosphere, however, two figures in the crowd stood utterly out of place.
Their auras were very strange!
They did not seem like cultivators, nor did they resemble Half-Evils fused with Evil Nature. They were something even more indescribable.
The space around them was twisting.
Whether spiritual energy or the faint traces of Evil Nature, both displayed unprecedented fluctuations. The two utterly different substances seemed deeply entwined and fused together, creating a peculiar fluctuation never seen before.
It was deeply bizarre!
Clearly, these two people