A team of people and horses was concealed in the high skies far away, watching the battlefield intently.
These natives without marks on the backs of their hands were looking at the frenzied slaughter of the Extraterritorial Demons with complex expressions.
For the natives, it was the cultivators who entered the arena from the Ascension List who were the true demons.
Undying, capable of resurrection, ruthless in action, lacking in righteousness – if it weren't for their emergence only once every few decades or even a century, perhaps the entire world would have long been devoured.
Especially when beholding this group of madmen engaged in frenetic battle, everyone's gaze was extremely complicated.
What if, one day, these madmen could frequently enter? What then?
For thousands of years, countless heroes and wise strategists have sought a way out, yet none have been successful.
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