Everyone could feel the terror of the heavenly might.
It felt like one could be crushed into pieces at any moment.
"During the fifth year in the Myriad World Calendar, the first Battlefield of Gods and Demons opens!"
A cold eye of the Heavenly Dao appeared in the void, and a voice sounded.
Whether one could hear it or not, these words naturally drilled into their minds and were engraved in their hearts and souls. It was impossible not to understand them. No matter where they were, as long as they lived in the Myriad World Continent, they could all hear it, regardless of race or strength.
"The top ten winners in the battle of the myriad races will be awarded."
The Heavenly Dao sent another message.
This kind of good fortune could be considered a supreme good fortune and a peerless fortuitous encounter.
