The Death Arena's door finally opened slowly, but it let out a grinding sound.
In the time that had just passed, the panicking audience kept banging on the iron door, trying to escape from this purgatory on earth.
The iron door was not knocked open, but it was already twisted and deformed, almost completely destroyed.
Very few people knew that since the day the Death Arena was established, the door for people to enter and exit had never been closed.
Now that it was closed and opened, the arena had become a living hell.
As the door opened again, the panicking audience swarmed out, followed by the ferocious red-haired evil spirit.
The busy streets were in chaos, and screams were endless. Countless red-haired monsters were running at high speed, running around the city along the streets.
The spectators who had been thrown into the sea of fire as a sacrifice were wrapped in flames and were frantically chasing after the cultivators and Duelists who were escaping.
