The encounter between the tournament's two rising dark horses instantly hit the forum and became a hot topic.
Large numbers of players flocked to Arena 12834.
As players entered in free-camera mode, their view passed through thick clouds.
The words "Storm Island" appeared, then quickly faded.
On the island.
The teleportation light dispersed, and the deafening crash of waves and howl of wind instantly engulfed the members of both warbands.
They found themselves on an isolated island in an azure sea.
At the island's center stood a jagged mountain of black reef rock, its sparse vegetation and rugged terrain offering limited cover.
All around it stretched an ink-blue sea of raging waves, enormous breakers relentlessly battering the shore and throwing white foam into the air.
Heavy, lead-gray clouds hung low over the sea. Pale lightning occasionally darted through them, briefly illuminating the dim world in a stark white glare.
Damp, briny sea winds blew fiercely, sweeping up sand and stones.
This was a battlefield with relatively little room to maneuver.
At one end of the battlefield lay a stretch of high ground in the island's east.
The air rippled like water, and the Mist Legion's members rapidly materialized.
The blue-haired youth Ye Ming stood at the warband's head. The powerful sea wind swept the short blue hair above his forehead backward as his black eyes calmly scanned the rugged battlefield, finally settling on the island's opposite side.
Behind him, nearly six hundred assassins in dark-gray leather armor stood motionless as rocks, letting the wind and rain batter them. Their presence rapidly adjusted to the rhythm of their breathing, gradually blending into the reef as though they had always been part of the island.
The spot Ye Ming watched lay on the beach on the island's western side.
Another teleportation glow