His eyes were as bright as lightning, sweeping over the crowd.
The crowd had solemn expressions, staring at him without blinking, showing no sign of retreat.
They were all elite warriors, carefully selected; only thirty-two people in the entire Biyuan Heaven had the qualifications to enter.
Such great risk also meant great reward, unimaginable reward.
Because of this danger, it also contained astonishing rewards, making it possible to ascend to Heaven in one step and find the Divine Race heritage to directly enter Spirit Venerable.
Ordinary Grotto Heavens, those not so dangerous, actually don't have this possibility.
"Really not withdrawing?" The thin middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
Huang Zhengyang's eyes narrowed slightly, pondering how to cope with the impending danger.
His mood was heavy but secretly excited.
Since Brother Chu said once again that he wanted the Divine Race's artifacts, it meant that there must be something of the Divine Race in this Grotto Heaven.
