Immediately sitting cross-legged, he concentrated on purifying the impurities, nourishing his blood to restore his body. Li Xian's blood had dried up, his vital energy depleted, greatly worn out. If not for his strong internal organs and robust physique, he would have already fainted on the ground, bleeding to death. At this moment, although there was some recovery through nurturing his blood, the outlook was not optimistic.
About half an hour later, a constable sounded a copper gong, the sound echoing far and wide. Li Xian knew that a death duel had begun. He forced himself to endure the weakness, embedded a jade plaque into the wall, then opened a concealed panel to peer through a peephole, catching sight of the "Doomsday Platform."
The platform was as clean as jade, brilliantly illuminated by sunlight. Due to the angle, he couldn't see the stands above, but from the sound of voices and cheers, it was clear there were many spectators.
