Chu Feng drove the Blood Dragon forward, clashing with the Sacred Spirit Beast in fierce combat.
The spectators watched from the sidelines, their blood pumping as though they themselves were in the thick of the battle.
In truth, the clash was so overwhelming that onlookers could not make out the specific techniques being employed. All they could feel was the sheer pressure of the confrontation, and only after the fact did they fully grasp just how powerful both combatants truly were.
Even so, their eyes burned with anticipation and excitement.
Not for any other reason — but because the outcome of this battle would determine whether they could enter the legendary Sacred Spirit Light Formation.
Moreover, they could all feel that despite the Sacred Spirit Beast's formidable strength, it was no match for the Blood Dragon that Chu Feng had summoned.
If things continued as they were, it would not be long before the Sacred Spirit Beast was defeated.
In other words, while the victor had not yet been decided, the people could already see hope — and they earnestly wished for Chu Feng to triumph over the Sacred Spirit Beast.
However, not everyone present hoped for Chu Feng's victory.
The Puyang Heavenly Clan, for instance.
Puyang Han, in particular, not only wished for Chu Feng to lose — he wished for Chu Feng to die at the Sacred Spirit Beast's claws.
"Damn it."
As he watched the battle unfold, Puyang Han's face grew darker by the moment, and the fists hidden within his sleeves clenched tighter and tighter.
At first, the Sacred Spirit Beast had been able to hold its own against the Blood Dragon. But now the beast was fleeing in every direction, no longer even capable of putting up a fight.
Worst of all, the Sacred Spirit Beast was already riddled with wounds, unable to escape the Blood Dragon's relentless assault.
The outcome was all but decided. Victory or defeat — it was only a matter of time.
……
At the same time, within the main domain of the Ancestral Martial Cultivation World.
There was a vast plaza, and at its center stood a barrier entrance.
Gathered upon this plaza were many of the strongest figures within the Ancestral Martial Cultivation World.
Even Dongguo Bingyu of the Dongguo Heavenly Clan, along with members of the Puyang Heavenly Clan and the Li Heavenly Clan, had secured a place on the plaza.
It turned out that after Chu Feng and the other newcomers had all entered the newcomer formations, the Linghu Heavenly Clan members who had been guarding the barrier gate opened it, allowing Dongguo Bingyu and the others to pass through into the plaza.
Though they had entered the plaza, they were merely supporting players at best.
The undisputed protagonists of this place were the powers from the main domain.
It was well known that four great forces currently held dominion over the main domain of the Ancestral Martial Cultivation World.
The most powerful among them was the Linghu Heavenly Clan. They were not merely the masters of the main domain — in truth, they were the masters of the entire Ancestral Martial Cultivation World, wielding near-total control through their overwhelming strength.
No one dared oppose them.
Beyond the Linghu Heavenly Clan, the other three powers were the Nightmare Spirit Clan and the Heaven-reaching Beast Clan.
The Nightmare Spirit Clan was a peculiar race. They all wore long black robes, beneath which nothing could be seen.
For even without their robes, they were nothing more than wisps of dark gas — that black flame was their true form.
Their distinctiveness made them easily identifiable among the seats on the plaza.