As the mirror surface divided into red and blue halves, Zhen Hongwen turned and said, "Yan Xuefeng, Xiao Hua, the Hall of Life and Death has opened. The two of you may enter the Thunder Competition Ground according to the color displayed beside your names just now. Let me remind you: once you set foot in this Hall of Life and Death, no one will be held responsible for any lives lost within. Are you still willing to enter?"
"Thank you, Martial Uncle. We are willing to enter," Xiao Hua and Yan Xuefeng said with bows.
"Mm." Zhen Hongwen had heard that answer countless times before. He nodded casually and waved a hand, retreating several steps.
"Senior Brother Xiao, please go first!" Yan Xuefeng said, gesturing toward the red and blue gates.
"Fine!" Xiao Hua did not stand on ceremony. He looked at Yan Xuefeng as though he were already dead, then lifted his foot and stepped into the blue half.
Xiao Hua felt his vision go dark. In an instant, pressure from teleportation pressed in from every direction. Yet in no more than the flick of a finger, the pressure vanished. When Xiao Hua focused his eyes, he found himself inside a light barrier flickering with faint blue radiance. Countless bolts of lightning ran across the barrier—restrictions beyond the barrier itself!
Xiao Hua released his divine sense and found that the space within the light barrier was enormous. His divine sense could not even reach its end!
"Spatial magic!" Xiao Hua immediately understood.
"Xiao Hua, Yan Xuefeng, are the two of you ready?" Zhen Hongwen's voice rang out again.
Xiao Hua raised his head and said, "This disciple is ready!"
"After ten breaths, an illusion will appear within the Thunder Competition Ground. As for what illusion it will be,