The long night turns entirely crimson.
On the main battlefield, experts of the Sixth Realm begin to dwindle.
"Is the ancient depiction of the stunning scenery beyond the Great Wall, with lonely smoke in the vast desert and a setting sun, actually referring to the grand spectacle of Grandmaster level warriors fighting to the death?" someone sighed.
More people were simply shaken, silently.
A blood-colored "wolf smoke" soared into the sky, then exploded like a fiery divine flower blooming.
As for the originally dark and heavy clouds, they had long been shattered, and the infinite sky was dyed red as if the sunset that had disappeared for thousands of years had returned.
Many people's heartstrings tightened as they watched the core of the battlefield. In just a short moment, at least six or seven Grandmaster-level figures fell one after another.
