The Dark Arena was both the most and least mysterious place in the Imperial City.
For ordinary people, the Dark Arena was no place to be, something to be avoided like the plague.
But for cultivators, madmen, and the wealthy, this place was a playground for uninhibited madness.
Violence and bloodshed, revelry and cheers—all reached an extreme here, trampling on the very edge of reason.
An octagonal ring, its edges bound securely with iron wire, enclosed the space.
An Array had been set up around the wire to ensure the fighting within the octagonal ring would not harm those in the audience.
Sign a Death Contract, step into the octagonal ring, and regardless of life or death, the winner takes all.
And right now, a visceral, all-out battle was unfolding in the octagonal ring.
The spectators were going wild—their roars, screams, and delirious cheers filled the air.
Watching blood splatter against the iron wire of the ring, they laughed as they placed their bets.
