"Ladies and gentlemen, ascend with me to the Black Dragon Arena!"
As Grand Deacon Qingyi's voice fell, twelve temporary stewards of the Black Dragon Ancient Land each produced a Black Dragon Token above their heads, each casting a beam of rosy light onto the ground.
When the light entered the ground, a thunderous rumble that shook the earth abruptly erupted.
Twelve huge platforms, each a kilometer in length and width and completely black, rose from beneath the ground. The edges of the platforms were covered with strange patterns, but the most eye-catching feature was the giant dragon head protruding from the left side of each platform.
With bulging eyes and long whiskers, they looked majestic, as if they were scrutinizing the arena itself.
As the Dragon Head Arenas slowly ascended, a mysterious pressure spread out, silencing the thousands gathered around, leaving the area eerily quiet.
