The Wanhai Civilization's Death Arena stood on a raised plateau, covering roughly 100 square kilometers.
The arena's floor and walls were made of special materials, exceptionally hard and thick, capable of withstanding powerful attacks.
Large numbers of defensive array runes had also been deployed around it to prevent spectators from being caught in the crossfire. The place actually drew substantial crowds even on ordinary days. For many warlike civilizations, it was an excellent place to socialize.
Today, however, it was packed with a sea of spectators from every race.
In Transcendent warfare, a "price" had to be paid to strengthen a rule. Without knowing anything about their opponents, Transcendents might pay as much as they could possibly bear!
In other words, victory and defeat could be decided in an instant!
Like the Four-Armed Monster who had once fought Zhang Ming aboard the flying saucer. The strong rule he controlled was the Soul-Devouring Hand, and using it just twice had exhausted his sanity.
Transcendents like Zhang Ming, who could pay the price almost indefinitely, were exceedingly rare.
Under these circumstances, witnessing the death of a Transcendent who ordinarily stood high above everyone else was genuinely thrilling. There was no way people would miss the spectacle.
After paying the fifty-cent admission fee, Zhang Ming stood on a hillside, looking down at the level ground in the distance.
This beautiful, blessed landscape had buried the bones of countless powerful beings. Many poor civilizations earned their money here. The scene reminded him of an old saying from a region on Earth that had endured prolonged warfare: every child was born to give their life when necessary. That was the true nature of a cruel world.
He saw some familiar faces, including Jia Huangjin of the Shangbu Civilization, who seemed somewhat haggard.
After so many