Time flies like a white colt slipping past.
In the blink of an eye, another half a month has passed.
Amidst the anticipation of all humans and Sacred Beasts in the Upper Domain of the Martial Dao Sacred Land, the day Wyatt Barnes announced a duel with the strongest of the Demon Race a month ago has finally arrived.
In the middle territory, a thousand miles north of Sin City, early in the morning, a crowd of humans and members of the Demon Race gathered.
Generally, whenever a place gathers many humans and members of the Demon Race, it will become a bloody battlefield...
However, today, these humans and members of the Demon Race seemed to have made an agreement, standing on either side of the void, peacefully.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
...
Accompanied by the rapid sound of rushing wind, more humans and members of the Demon Race came, and upon arrival, they each entered their respective camps.
