Isn't This a Battle Royale?

Lin Yi turned around and looked Ye Xing up and down.

"Won't you get beaten half to death when you go in?"

Ye Xing shamelessly spread his hands. "As long as I surrender fast enough, my opponent won't even be able to touch me."

The corner of Lin Yi's mouth twitched. He laughed and cursed once, saying nothing more. He put the flying boat away in his storage ring, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder atop the bare rock, waiting for the teleportation.

The mark between his brows grew hotter and hotter.

When the hour was up, golden light poured from his forehead and enveloped his entire body. The pulling sensation of teleportation spread outward from the depths of the mark.

His vision was swallowed by white light. His body went weightless for an instant, and the ground vanished beneath his feet.

The next second.

Lin Yi's feet touched down, the soles of his shoes crunching onto cracked, rough earth and kicking up a small spray of grit.

The Human Sovereign Realm.

The sky was grayish-yellow, with the sun hanging at the horizon. The whole world seemed to have been drained dry of water.

There were no trees, no grass, no water. Rolling earthen hills exposed wind-eroded rock layers, with the occasional darker boulder embedded in the ground.

Ye Xing was gone.

Lin Yi stood where he was and turned in a circle. His Spirit Eyes swept through the empty surroundings for miles, finding no one but himself.

The teleportation had scattered everyone, dropping them at random. How far apart they landed depended entirely on luck.

Lin Yi lowered his head and clenched his fist. The instant he landed, the mark between his brows had released a ripple that spread across his entire body.

His spiritual power was sealed