"Next, 'Su Hao' versus' Ning Mao '. Both parties, please enter."
In the distance, hundreds of meters away, a Sprite Trainer riding a Giant Sandstorm Eagle flew towards one end of the battlefield.
Standing on the cloud, Su Hao, whose clothes were fluttering, also slowly lowered his height.
"Ning Mao is the successor of the Sandstorm, he's a little similar to the girls in the previous round. They're all good at using the power of heaven, you have to be careful!"
The young man with the stubble said.
Su Hao thanked him and soon landed at one end of the arena.
As far as the eye could see, there were no longer any mountains or trees in the arena. The whole land was caved in, and there were traces of scorching and freezing on the ground in some places.
But most of them were ravines all over the ground. Countless huge scratches crisscrossed and crisscrossed like a blade, slashing countless pieces of the ground. It was a ghastly sight.
