The dozen or so attendants haphazardly sprayed an unknown concoction over the five people, and a pungent, rank odor instantly spread through the air.
Then, with a clatter, they unlocked the heavy shackles around the five people's wrists and ankles, handling them as roughly as livestock.
On the raised platform beside the arena, Qingyuan watched the waves of shouts and whistles from the stands, a smug smile appearing on her face.
She raised the Soul Power Loudspeaker again, her voice amplified by Soul Power as it rang shrilly throughout the Beast Arena:
"Honored spectators! Next comes the most exciting part."
"How long can these five sinners last beneath the hooves of a rampaging Earth-Splitting Rhinoceros?"
"The time it takes an incense stick to burn? Or will they fail to last even a single breath? Let us wait and see!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the attendants swiftly withdrew from the arena like an ebbing tide, as though staying another second would drag them into danger.
Of the five people freed from their shackles, two younger ones immediately tried to rush toward the edge of the arena, clearly hoping to escape before the gate closed.
But before they could take more than two steps, a burly figure rose at the edge of the arena-the very Soul Saint who had subdued the rampaging Ghost Tiger earlier.
He snorted coldly and stirred his Soul Power slightly, lifting the two men and tossing them back into the center of the arena like garbage. Both grunted from the impact.
The two climbed off the ground and looked at the closed gate, their faces filled with despair.
Just then, the two-meter-thick refined-iron gate in front of the Earth-Splitting Rhinoceros slowly rose with a series of creaks.
But the gate was only halfway up when the