Along the way, Flender gave Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Tang San, and Xiao Wu a basic introduction to the Great Soul Arena.
After hearing his explanation, they finally had a rough idea of what this so-called Great Soul Arena was like.
Before long, they arrived outside the Great Soul Arena.
The oval building stood over a hundred meters tall, with an even greater width, which they estimated at seventy or eighty meters at a glance.
As they continued inside, they came upon a massive stone monument standing at the entrance to the Soul Fighting Arena, densely covered in names.
Most of them glanced at it and looked away. They were only the names of the dead, after all; there was nothing worth looking at. Flender offered only a brief explanation as well.
Some still examined it closely, though, and Ning Rongrong was one of them. Her legs trembled as she looked at the names one by one, muttering something nonstop.
Suddenly, a large hand slipped around her waist, startling a cry out of her.
"Come on. What are you afraid of? I'll protect you later!"
A gentle voice came from beside her. Ning Rongrong looked over and immediately relaxed. She held tightly to Zhu Zhuqing's hand and slowly walked inside.
Under Flender's guidance, Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong all completed their first registration.
The registration fee was ten Gold Soul Coins, which Flender generously paid himself.
After registering, Zhu Zhuqing took several black masks out of her Soul Tool and handed them around.
Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong held their masks in confusion.
Flender explained from beside them, "Ahem, I was going to give you masks in a little while, but since Zhu Zhuqing already has, there's no need. These masks offer some basic protection for