Tens of thousands of barbarian cavalrymen quietly looked up at the carnage on the Bloody Arena without moving, while on the other side, that sole divine entity of the barbarians finally solidified into a silhouette, a thirty-foot-tall figure silently hovering in midair, his gaze firmly locked onto the Bloody Arena as well.
These barbarians were actually slaves; who knows how many years ago, the Bloody Arena was prepared for them, the fresh blood on the arena all belonged to the barbarians.
However, at some unknown time, the Bloody Arena became a way for outsiders to seize opportunities, and moreover, killing barbarians would yield Vitality Domain orbs. Suddenly, the Bloody Arena became the coveted prize everyone longed for, each hoping to join in and grab a share of the spoils.
The barbarian deity watched Song Jian on the Bloody Arena, holding off several foreign tribesmen. At first, he wore a mocking expression, but soon, his eyes became complicated, sinking deep into memories.
