The second round of the confrontation tournament, the splendid performances of the major Warbands were still ongoing.
At this moment, the heat of Arena No.2837 was skyrocketing.
Blood Sacrifice Plain battlefield.
The teleportation light dissipated, and the vast, boundless plain unfolded before the spectators' eyes.
The gray-white, cracked earth stretched to the horizon, dotted with craters formed by meteor impacts, and in the distance several colossal star remains, like mountain ranges, were obliquely embedded in the ground.
In one corner of the battlefield, a figure appeared first.
He had short blue hair, chains wrapped around his forearms, extending all the way down, connecting to the ends of the two Daggers in his hands.
The Daggers were pitch-black all over, with only a line of scarlet flowing along the blade edge, as if they had drunk countless blood.
He lifted his head slightly, revealing a pair of black eyes.
Behind him, the air rippled like water.
