What greeted them was a vast interior chamber teeming with life.
Dozens—no, hundreds—of cultivators from countless races crowded the enormous hall. But even with such diversity, one could see the clear dominance of three: humans, demons, and elves. Their presence filled the space, each group clustered loosely around their own, but all drawn toward the same thing.
At the heart of the chamber was a large arena—circular, raised, and surrounded on all sides by the crowd.
Inside, two figures clashed violently.
A human and a demon.
They moved like shadows and lightning, exchanging rapid blows. But it didn't take long for Max to see the truth—the demon was winning. His strikes were sharper, his reactions faster. He fought with the ease of someone toying with his opponent.
Then, in a sudden shift of momentum, the demon slipped past the human's guard.
One punch landed—then another. And another.
