In the darkness, the forest seemed endless, a moon cast ripples on the ground, moonlight rose gracefully, like water mist, like thin smoke, enveloping both the forest and the sky.
If one were to look down from high above Earth Moon, they might see a "scroll" slowly unfurling within.
In the arena, where layers of stands built from huge stones stood, torches burned, all of them fueled by Nanming Lihuo, illuminating the area, and from each of the eight Mist Gates, large groups of mysterious creatures surged in.
"Are there outsiders?"
"No wonder, it was he who activated the arena, surely he brought treasures, causing the Earth Moon to revive for him!"
Clusters of creatures all with fiery gazes, stared at Qin Ming, as if looking at a phenomenal treasure.
Some monsters couldn't help but shout: "Replace him!"
Qin Ming couldn't quite grasp the situation, this group of creatures eyed him as if he were a rare jewel, as if they would devour him whole.
