"Ahem...Okay. The first competition of this round is over. You can go to the next battlefield. I wish you good luck." The mysterious old man finished his words.
Mu Bai's consciousness suddenly felt a strong dizziness, and the world seemed to be turned upside down.
A huge hole was torn open in the space behind him, revealing a huge black hole vortex. Mubai's body was sucked into the vortex in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the battlefield space.
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A miserable cold wind blew.
The moon was dark and the wind was high. In a wilderness filled with bones, a silver light shone in the sky, bringing some light to the world. The next second, Mu Bai's figure slowly appeared in this hell-like space.
"Where is this?"
Looking at the piles of corpses around him, Mubai's first thought was that he was in hell, and there was a heavy resentment spreading between heaven and earth.
The cold wind was biting, making the wooden white clothes rustle.
Now, he almost doesn't have the strength to breathe, and it is extremely difficult to continue fighting.
"One blow only has the power of one blow!"
Mu Bai knew very well that the power of his last blow was only the usual four levels of power, and victory or defeat all depended on this one blow!
"Hehehe...boy!"
A cold laugh came.
Suddenly.
An old man in black robes with a stooped and skinny figure seemed to be walking slowly from the darkness in front of him. In the blink of an eye, the figure stood twenty meters in front of Mu Bai.
"Intermediate Ancient God!" A drop of cold sweat slipped down Mu Bai's cheek.
As the competition progressed, the opponents I encountered turned out to be extremely ruthless.
The aura of the old man in black robe was very confused. He had obviously been seriously injured in the previous battle, but his condition was slightly better than Mu Bai's.
Mubai felt a strong bloodthirsty aura from him. He had never seen this kind of weird attribute, and it seemed that he was from a foreign race.
If Huanmeng was here, he would definitely know the secret of the attributes of this ancient alien god in an instant.
In fact, this attribute is that of a blood demon. This kind of blood demon is extremely evil and purely relies on absorbing the power from the blood of the gods to enhance its own strength.
As for a blood demon who was a mid-level ancient god, he killed seventy or eighty thousand gods, if not one hundred thousand. He killed many people and was even more evil than Shura.
"Tsk, tsk, the blood breath of the ancient gods!" The old man sniffed hard with his collapsed and flat nose, and his eyes flashed with two strange red lights, staring at Mu Bai, full of bloodthirsty desire.