The moment Lin Yan ignited the formation's core with his own blood essence, a silent feast began.
Heavens Arena, the sacred temple of combat towering above the mundane world, seemed to become a giant balloon with a hole punched through it.
In the lower sections, from the fiftieth floor to the 100th Floor.
Countless fighters resting, training, or preparing to enter the ring sensed something strange almost simultaneously.
"That's weird... why do I suddenly feel dizzy?"
A muscular man who had just finished a match shook his head as he wiped away sweat in the lounge, his vision blurring slightly.
He assumed he had pushed himself too hard during the match and paid it little mind.
"I'm... so tired..."
Another fighter doing weighted squats suddenly felt his legs give out. The barbell, weighing over a hundred kilograms, hit the floor with a clang.
He braced his hands on his knees and gasped for breath. His heart inexplicably raced, and an indescribable exhaustion washed through every part of his body.
"Hey, do you feel like... the air's gotten worse?"
"Yeah, it's so stuffy. Like it's about to rain. I can barely breathe..."
Similar conversations kept breaking out in every corner.
Most of these battle-hardened fighters knew nothing about Nen, but their physical instincts far surpassed those of ordinary people.
They could not describe the sensation. They only felt that an invisible force was silently stealing their stamina and energy.
It was the essence of life leaking out of their bodies.
Now, those insignificant traces of life essence were being swallowed whole as appetizers by the greedy vortex in Room 103.
Above the 200th Floor.
The reactions here were far more intense.
Inside a luxurious suite at the end of a corridor.
Hisoka was sitting on a
soft sofa, idly building