The door to the Death Arena was finally slowly opened, but there was an overwhelming friction sound.
In the time that just passed, panicked spectators kept banging on the iron gate, trying to escape from this hell on earth.
The iron door was not knocked open, but it was twisted and deformed, almost completely destroyed.
Few people know that from the day the Death Arena was established, the door for people to enter and exit has never been closed.
Now that this closure is opened, the arena has become a purgatory on earth.
As the door reopened, panicked spectators rushed out, followed closely by the ferocious red-haired devil.
The lively streets were in chaos, screams were endless, and countless red-haired monsters were running rapidly, scurrying around the city along the streets.
The spectators who were thrown into the sea of fire as sacrifices were wrapped in flames and frantically pursued the fleeing monks and duelists.
The tortured person in a copper jar was being carried by a group of burning men, with only his head exposed, and he was constantly spitting out lumps of lava.
Fireballs flew everywhere and landed on those buildings, instantly turning into flames.
Although the copper tank is large in size, it certainly cannot hold so much magma. This is obviously an attack method similar to magic.
The opening of the gate of the Death Arena is equivalent to opening up the passage between purgatory and the human world, allowing disaster to befall this super giant city.
The monks from various major organizations are also preparing to flee.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, countless tentacles stretched out from the sea of magma and fire, entangling and trapping them at extremely fast speeds.
The speed is so fast that it is impossible to dodge.
More than a thousand monks from various major organizations were grabbed by tentacles stained with magma flames and kept flying and swaying in mid-air.
No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the shackles of the tentacles, and could only howl under the burning flames.
There were many duelists who were also captured by the red-haired monster and imprisoned in the central area of the stands.
Under the guard of the red-haired monster, the duelists did not dare to resist, otherwise their heads would be grabbed and their lower bodies plunged into the lava.
The magma will burn the legs and feet, but they will not die, and they will have to endure the pain alive.
After several demonstrations, those duelists who tried to escape or resist all became more honest.
The situation is unclear now, and the red-haired monster doesn't intend to kill anyone, so just wait and see what happens.
When they were able to resurrect from the dead, duelists who had died countless times were actually calmer than those monks.
There were also many unlucky spectators who were also controlled by the red-haired monster and were trembling in their seats.
The atmosphere in the arena became very strange, and all the monsters became quiet, as if they were waiting for something.
The place that has never been affected is the area in the center of the arena, where a group of duelists gathered.
When the Death Arena collapsed, only this area survived, like an island standing in the abyss.
As the magma continued to rise, this island-like place actually began to float along with it.
Like a fish float suspended in the water, no matter how violent the sea of magma and fire is, there is no way to swallow it up and push it down.
The duelists on the isolated island had complex and tense emotions.
They really couldn't understand why the monsters emerging from the magma turned a blind eye to them?
The monsters were clearly right in front of them, but they ignored them and rushed straight to the stands.
While I felt lucky, I was also full of doubts and wanted to find out the reason?
The people and monsters around the stands were all looking towards the center of the arena, as if they were watching the duelists on an isolated island.
This strange and abnormal scene made the duelists panic, feeling that something big was about to happen.
"Gulu...Gulu..."
The bubbles became more and more dense, and after bursting, black smoke emerged, floating in the air and gathering rapidly.
A huge grimace is slowly taking shape, bringing endless pressure to people.
The eyes on the ghost's face are like rolling and burning magma, revealing the indifference of a frozen soul.
The aura of terror is getting stronger and stronger, making people feel fear and awe from the bottom of their hearts, and they subconsciously want to worship and salute.
The red-haired monsters around him were already kneeling on the ground, chanting something constantly.
The tone was extremely weird, like some kind of scripture, or like a desolate and weird song.
"Wow..."
A huge arm suddenly stretched out from the magma and pressed hard on the edge of the death arena's stands.
Under the huge force, the stands collapsed directly, and nearby spectators and monsters were crushed into pulp at the same time.
As the magma rolled, a second arm appeared and pressed down on the stand as hard.
Both arms exert force at the same time, as if to get rid of the shackles.
A huge body climbed out of the magma, and the rolling magma kept sliding down the body.
"Hahaha, I finally came out!"
A dull sound sounded over the square, as if thunder was rolling continuously.
"You guys are very lucky and are about to witness a gorgeous feast of destruction.
You will not die, but you will be responsible for telling what you saw and heard today and telling the world what you have experienced..."
The dull voice echoed in the death arena, but the content of the words made people feel a little surprised and shocked.
"This...is the suppressed demon?"
The manager of the Death Arena was caught by the tentacles of burning flames and was constantly suffering from burning pain.
Looking at the figure crawling out of the magma, he was completely desperate, at least everything was irreversible.
But he soon discovered that something seemed not quite right about the terrifying figure in front of him.
After careful observation, I discovered that this frightening demon actually had no head at all!
He has a human body, but does not have legs, but is replaced by countless tentacles.
Although the momentum and pressure make people feel scary, the bare neck makes people feel extremely weird.
But since he is a demon, it is impossible to guess with common sense. It is normal to have no brain. Maybe this is the true form of the demon.
Only Tang Zhen among the crowd had a strange expression on his face, but he didn't make any unnecessary movements.
He restrained his aura and showed no abnormality at all. He looked no different from an ordinary duelist.
The island under his feet did not collapse or collapse. This was not only due to its own reasons, but also because Tang was shaken.
The rune formation that guards the Death Arena uses the ground beneath its feet as its base, so it does not collapse or shatter.
Tang Zhen quietly made changes and added the function of concealing aura to the rune array, so the monsters crawling out of the magma could not discover this special island.
Hiding among the crowd, quietly observing the demon who broke through the seal, trying to figure out who the other party is?
The demon god crawled out of the magma and did not wreak havoc on the surroundings, but fell into silence.
It was like a statue, without any movement.
Everyone knows that this strange calm may very well mean an outbreak of madness.
Sure enough, after a while, the terrifying ghostly face suspended in the sky above him, condensed through black smoke, suddenly widened his eyes.
"Fuck you, grandma, you idiots, where did you get my uncle's head!"
The ghost face in the air roared and opened its mouth at the same time, facing the lava that was constantly spewing around.
The magma sprayed very far, and flames rose wherever it passed.
But in an instant, this boundless giant city was filled with flames and smoke rising into the sky.