At that moment, in the Diren Tribe's spectator seats, Xiao He sat beside Lingsi.
Of course, she had also noticed Li Qingfeng, Xie Chan, and the others, and her mind was full of questions.
Li Qingfeng opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
Xie Chan gave Xiao He a slight nod.
The four humans and one demon looked at one another, none of them speaking through voice transmission.
These spectator seats were only a little over a hundred feet from the thrones.
Shen Er, the Lord of Qingqiu, and Ling Jia were all seated on the thrones.
They feared that transmitting their voices right under these figures' noses might let one of the Great Yao spot something amiss and needlessly arouse suspicion.
Just then, silence suddenly fell inside and outside the sinkhole.
The Assembly of Kings had officially begun.
Everyone stopped speaking and looked toward the Inner Ring Arena.
At almost the same moment, a demonic figure emerged from each of the entrance passages on either side of the Inner Ring Arena, stepping into the waters encircled by the sea.
The very first fight offered quite a spectacle.
Of the two contestants, one came from the Ranyi Tribe of Yingdi Mountain, and the other from the Hujiao Tribe of the Lang River basin.
Both tribes were serpentine and shared deep roots.
The surrounding sea demons made no attempt to conceal their conversations, so Xiao He, Xie Chan, and the others could all hear them.
"The Hujiao Tribe, haven't they already-" A Demon Cultivator of the Shi Human Race stopped halfway through the question.
"They probably have," another Demon Cultivator picked up. "They established ties with the Jiuying Clan long ago."
Xie Chan listened intently.
The Shi Human Race's spectator seats were the closest to the