"Is this inside the Secret Realm?"
Ying Ming Hao murmured softly, his gaze slowly sweeping across this mysterious, desolate world.
As far as he could see, there was nothing but an endless desert. Golden grains of sand rolled in the wind, forming dunes that rose and fell in uneven waves.
Apart from the occasional lonely cactus and clumps of withered yellow grass, there was scarcely any trace of life.
Looking into the distance, his gaze could almost sweep across the entire desert, stretching all the way to the horizon.
Clearly, this was an extraordinarily open place, with no cover whatsoever.
Presumably, the Sect had chosen this place as the arena deliberately.
In an environment like this, no one could easily hide. Only through constant battles of plunder could the truly strong be selected.
"Boss, things don't look too good..."
Yun Qingyi lowered his voice as he spoke to Ying Ming Hao, concern showing on his face.
His keen eyes had already spotted several hostile groups surging toward them from all directions like a tide.
Their arrival in the Secret Realm had been far too conspicuous, instantly drawing countless disciples who hoped to claim a share of the spoils.
"The biggest group actually has a full five hundred people! Even the smallest has dozens.
"Did these bastards arrange this beforehand, or did they just happen to gather here?
"Either way, they're all coming for us now. What should we do, Boss?"
Beside him, Liu Jingyuan could not help showing a trace of fear. The burly, imposing man now seemed somewhat lacking in confidence.
As a Personal Disciple, Liu Jingyuan had tempered his body until it was as tough as indestructible diamond. He was none other than the Senior Brother Liu whom Ying Ming Hao had met while challenging the Trial