"They are from the Arena Realm." A Martial Providence Stage powerhouse identified the incoming army, stating calmly. Even he was surprised by how calm he was, only feeling a sense of freedom at the sight.
He had an innate battle-oriented personality, having been in fights for as long as he remembered. But for the past fifteen years, he hadn't been in a single fight. And hence, he had been itching to fight all along.
They were cultivators and not immortals. So, every one of them had a certain level of inclination to fight. And all of them had been busy improving their strength for the past fifteen years. So, they were all raring to go.
'Especially since I got this.' He thought, sensing the Blood Vitality Grass growing in his stomach. It had long since attained maturity, turning his body tremendously powerful.
He was Yaotorr, commanded of the Tura City Fort, an Earth Martial Spirit cultivator with the power of the wind.
