A different world game? A different world game!

As night falls, the pure white crescent moon slowly rises.

The soft moonlight spilled onto the arena, which was now completely silent.

The spatial rift on the platform still exists, and the faint breathing of the Fallen Blade Dragon can be heard from within.

The remaining dragons stood silently on the various platforms, waiting patiently.

The agreed time is getting closer and closer.

Previously, they had been arguing with each other for a long time, and now they were gradually getting annoyed.

These betrayed dragons have gathered here to witness the destruction of the Fallen Blade Dragon.

The scholars brought by Popper set up different testing instruments in various locations.

"Can the arena's protective shield really absorb all the power generated by the battles inside?" a Night Watch scholar couldn't help but ask.

He was filled with worry; even the slightest leak of power could be a disaster for them.

After all, this is a top-level battle between legendary powerhouses. Even the slightest leakage of power could instantly destroy the sophisticated instruments they have carefully set up.

By then, not only will no data be collected, but these precious instruments will also be lost.

"Do you know who built this?" Bugret asked him, looking at him.

"This was done by one of my own kind. For astral dragons, as long as they live long enough, they can easily reach the legendary level with a little training."

"In other words, this arena has witnessed countless fierce battles between legendary dragons, including clashes between dragons at the pinnacle of legend. Don't worry, we know much more about it than you do."

Upon hearing Bugret's explanation, another scholar muttered under his breath, "But this place hasn't been used for over a thousand years. Won't problems arise after such a long time?"

"Fool, think about the long lifespan of the astral dragons. Is a thousand years really a long time for the things they create?" the scholar beside him couldn't help but scold.

Bugret nodded, satisfied, and said, "That's right, a thousand years is but a fleeting moment for an astral dragon."

It should be noted that this arena was built for the astral dragon itself, so naturally the finest materials and the most exquisite construction techniques were used.

Don't forget, the brutal war between the evil gods in the past didn't have any effect on this place, which is enough to prove the strength and security of this place. There's no need to worry unnecessarily.

Even the Fallen Blade Dragon chose to fight Kana to the death here with complete confidence, precisely because it had no doubt about the safety of this place.

As the instruments were set up, suddenly, a beam of moonlight shone down from the sky, like a giant spotlight falling from the heavens, illuminating the entire venue.

This soft light carried no power; it simply made everything in the arena clearly visible to everyone.

Kana slowly opened his eyes and stood up from the platform.

Time is up.

All the dragons that were coiled on the platform rose up, their massive bodies moving with a series of booming sounds.

At this moment, the busy scholars also realized that the critical moment had arrived.

They rushed to their respective positions, guarding the equipment and waiting for the battle to begin.

The aura of the abyss surged forth from the crack, coalescing into a mysterious golden contract entwined with black and red power.

An invisible force appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around Kana.

The power of the contract begins to take effect.

The Fallen Blade Dragon - Linaus extended its sharp dragon claws, gripped the edge of the crack tightly, and tore it outwards with force.

Space was torn apart, and a piercing sound echoed throughout the arena.

The crack continued to widen, and a huge monster emerged from it. Fortunately, the arena was extremely spacious, and even with this behemoth inside, the area still seemed quite empty.

"Look at its appearance, it is truly wicked," a scholar exclaimed.

Not far away, the scholars operating the camera quickly filmed it from all angles, not missing a single detail.

This Astral Blade Dragon, fallen into the abyss, is like a living killing machine.

Its streamlined body was covered with tens of thousands of hexagonal blade scales, and the metallic luster was tinged with a deep-space purple halo polluted by the abyss. The edges of each scale were extremely sharp, as if they could easily cut through the air.

Beneath its obsidian-like head, its jaws are open, revealing a dense array of serrated fangs.

Above its head, instead of the two horns that symbolize a true astral dragon, there are six spiraling, twisted horns, stained with blood-red runes.

This is the mark of depravity, the irrefutable evidence of its corruption by the abyss, and a shame it can never wash away.

The flickering, dark purple soul fire in his eye sockets reflected ripples in the space, and the corrosive saliva dripped onto the ground, instantly corroding out wisps of black smoke.

Four pairs of bladed wings, resembling shattered starships, unfurled with a deafening roar. The trembling, diamond-shaped blades emitted a sharp sound as if tearing through space, while the psionic blades rotating at the wing bone joints were deadly killing blows.

The forelimbs, which had mutated into giant scythes, were covered with dimensional cracks, and the dark energy chain blades left purple afterimages in the air as they were swung.

When its powerful, slender tail lashed out, it unleashed a sharp blade of light, the tip of which, made of abyssal crystals, trailed a dark path that devoured light.

Crimson cracks pulsated like blood vessels on its body, shadowy tentacles sprouted from between its scales, and metallic black mist spewed out—all testifying to the abyss's erosion of it.

The once sacred star patterns have long been twisted and deformed, turning into a degenerate form.

Upon seeing its hideous appearance, the astral dragons waiting to witness its death roared threateningly.

"Look at yourself now, you shameful bastard!" the Earth Dragon roared in a deep voice.

"It's so ugly, it's disgusting."

Looking at this, Biglett felt extremely uncomfortable and wished he could immediately unleash a radiant breath.

The undead dragon and the sky dragon looked at it with the same contempt, their faces filled with disgust and hatred.

"So you've been corrupted by the Abyss to this extent. It seems this deathmatch is your last straw. The Void Crisis hasn't even arrived yet, but you're about to become a enslaved beast of the Abyss." With that, Kana leaped into the arena.

At this moment, the Blade Dragon, which had already stretched its body and let out a fearful roar in the arena, shook its body.

Its weapon-like structure gleamed with a deadly cold light as it swayed.

"Shut up. As long as I kill you and obtain that inheritance, I can naturally get rid of this appearance."

Clearly, it has never dared to show itself openly because it is extremely disgusted with its current appearance.

A thin, pale blue light curtain slowly rose from the edge of the venue.

The light screen rose all the way up to a height of several thousand meters above the arena, so that the power generated by the battle would hardly spread to the surroundings, at most just shooting into the sky.

After the power surges into the sky, it will be guided to the sky or outside the mountain by the special magical vortex above, without affecting the audience seats.

This enormous dragon arena, though unused for thousands of years, is still functioning perfectly.

More links were projected down from the sky.

That is the power from the world.

The world allowed the abyss's invasion and recognized this deathmatch pact.

Now, this battle has been acknowledged by both worlds, and only the death of one side can bring this conflict to an end. (End of Chapter)