At this moment on the arena.
A profoundly deep aura pervaded every corner.
The black Great Devouring Dao surged out from Wang Mang's body like dark tides.
For a while, bouts of cold wind blew from nowhere.
Endless wails accompanied by murky evil spirits appeared before everyone's eyes.
Viewing the strange phenomena on the arena, the spectators below were astonished.
Such dense malevolence and resentment—how many beings had to be slaughtered to create this?
It was certainly no less than what some of their elder generations had experienced!
A patriarch fixed his profound gaze on the arena and said to Qing Yi,
"Seventh clan leader, it seems your newly appointed young clan leader is quite extraordinary."
"I did not expect someone so young to be so ruthless and decisive."
Hearing his words, Qing Yi chuckled lightly, dismissing the concern,
"There's nothing wrong with being ruthless and decisive."
