City.
Shen Ye appeared in a spacious rest lounge.
Looking around—
Above the heads of more than a dozen professionals resting here, the tag "Blood Emperor" was displayed.
Shen Ye also released his own tag, blending in with the crowd.
"Kid, move aside, you're blocking the screen!"
Someone spoke up.
Shen Ye turned his head and saw that behind him was indeed a massive display screen.
The screen was broadcasting the arena battles in real-time.
A blood-soaked man was caught by a seven-meter-long serpent demon, its steel-like scales glittering as it coiled its tail around him, lifted him high into the air, and smashed him to the ground with tremendous force.
Crack—
Blood splattered everywhere.
He was dead.
"That serpent demon has already killed two people."
"Indeed. Its defensive ability is too strong, its moves brimming with power. Unless someone from the Eighteenth Layer of the Magical Realm steps in, it's unstoppable."
