After casually dealing with several waves of people seeking their own doom like ants being crushed, Han Li arrived at a giant basin with Xue Po two hours later.
The basin was surrounded by an endless series of mountains of various sizes, with low shrubs at the center.
In a pond almost entirely concealed by the shrubs, a pillar of five-colored light, about several hundred feet in diameter, was shooting up spectacularly, reaching the heavens like a giant pillar connecting the skies.
At the edge of the basin, there were already three groups of people who had arrived before Han Li. They were coldly sizing each other up.
With a flash of green light, Han Li and Xue Po stood side by side, appearing from another direction.
With a "shua" sound, the gazes of the three groups all turned towards them instantly. The terrifying aura contained within made Xue Po's face change, and involuntarily she wanted to take two steps back.
