Real Fight

In the Fallen Land, near the enormous volcano vent, dark smoke with a dense sulfur-like smell coiled around.

Ji Hao and a group of people sat near the volcano vent. They had forced the dark smoke away with a few paper talismans and had been enjoying an outdoor banquet. Si Wen Ming, Huaxu Lie, Lie Mountain And seemed to be the leaders of the group, with over a hundred-thousand princes and elite young people from numerous large clans. By now, they were chatting happily, talking about their experiences in Pan Xi world during the past year.

Only ten-million elite human beings had formally taken part in this life-and-death game. However, nearly a hundred thousand of them had followed Si Wen Ming to Fallen Land. These young men were all elites of their own clans and families. They all had big chances to inherit the highest powers of their clans and families. Judging merely by this fact, one could know how influential Si Wen Ming was among the humankind, and how many supporters he had.