The sky over the Starry Sky Battlefield had turned into a blood-colored sky. Upon seeing this scene, Xin Ling's face lost all color, growing terribly pale.
"The Bloody Arena, the Bloody Arena is about to appear!" Xin Ling muttered to herself.
Song Jian was stunned. It was the first time he had heard the term Bloody Arena; not even the knowledge booklet Xin Ling had given him, nor the jade pendant for beginners from the Xuan Tian Sect, mentioned anything about the Bloody Arena.
Just as Song Jian was about to ask what the Bloody Arena was, a series of terrifying auras suddenly rose from within the Human Race's encampment.
One, two, three, ten, twenty, fifty...
One after another, god-level fighters ascended into the sky, their auras expanding wildly without any regard for the feelings of the weaker disciples in the Human Race's encampment.
