Above the arena, a figure was sent flying out.
Clad in garments white as snow mixed with speckles of golden light, he appeared like brilliant radiance filtering through dappled shadows from the trees, creating an air of mystique.
It was the Banished Immortal.
At this moment, the once peerless and splendid youth looked extremely disheveled, his bones shattered, coughing up mouthfuls of golden blood as he tumbled from the arena and crashed heavily onto the green stone slabs below, a weapon slipping from his grasp.
That weapon was the unique horn of the Heavenly Corner Ant, one of the Ten Evils. It appeared unremarkable with its dark hue, but was exceedingly rare and sharp enough to easily tear through the void. Not even treasures could compete with it, truly invincible, yet even such strength had failed to withstand the assault from that matchless figure on the arena.
