The pitch-black void was devoid of any light. Zhao Rui looked around and saw a group of escaped duelists in the distance, flying toward a massive, starry island up ahead.
Behind them, trails of flame formed from Spiritual Qi stretched out, leaving a dazzling wake of light, as if in joyful celebration of their successful escape.
Zhao Rui paused to collect himself. In the distance, a figure stopped, looked toward him, and said with a laugh, "My friend, why do you hesitate? This is my homeland, set within the void of the Cosmos. It's perfectly safe."
Zhao Rui smiled but didn't say much, flying straight over.
The god-demon duelist laughed heartily at this, then turned and led Zhao Rui to catch up with the group.
'This group clearly didn't decide this on the spur of the moment,' he thought. 'Judging by their coordination, this must have been planned for a long time. They were probably all waiting for the right opportunity to escape the Starry Sky Arena.'
