Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.
Over the past three days.
The Ice and Snow Walkers Group of Extreme Bliss Heavenly Palace has become increasingly lively. In the center of the camp, a tall arena has risen from the ground, standing amidst the tents.
The entire arena is octagonal.
Around the arena, a series of formation flags are placed, shrouding the stage.
The formation created by these flags.
Allows this temporarily constructed arena to withstand sacred emperor-level combat.
Without these formations.
A single strike from a Saint Emperor could destroy the heavens and the earth, flipping the entire camp upside down.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sounds of war drums echo through the sky.
Countless strong individuals continuously emerge from the various tents within the camp, converging into streams of black iron, flocking around the arena.
Below the arena.
Lord Wang Lin sits in the center.
Over the past three days...
