In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.
Ye Lin returned to the front of the Arena.
"Has my opponent appeared?"
Ye Lin looked at the maid beside him.
"He has, Senior. Your opponent this time is rather dangerous, so please be prepared. And if you encounter danger, concede in time."
The maid looked at Ye Lin and could not help offering him a kind reminder.
"Oh? Tell me about him."
Hearing this, Ye Lin raised a brow and turned to ask with interest.
"Your opponent is called Blood Demon. He is a demonic cultivator at the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal, cultivating the Blood Demon path."
"He is exceptionally vicious when he strikes, and his methods are extremely cruel. His opponents either die or are injured."
"Of the eight battles he fought before this, seven of his opponents were killed before they even had time to cry surrender."
"The sole survivor was also gravely wounded and left on the brink of death. His foundation was ruined as well; he will most likely have no chance of ever reaching the Quasi-Saint realm in this lifetime."
"So, Senior, you must be extra careful."
At those words, a glint flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
Well now—eight opponents, seven dead, and the remaining one crippled.
This fellow had some skill.
"Senior, that is Blood Demon."
Following the maid's gaze, Ye Lin immediately spotted a gaunt figure.
On the Arena stood a thin figure with a pallid face, dressed in a single layer of clothing. His skin was deathly pale, and he was so emaciated that he was little more than skin and bones, as though a gust of wind could scatter him apart.
Moreover, his lips were an intense crimson, as though they had been stained with fresh blood.
As if