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For a time, the ritual area was quiet.

Everyone watched the three supervisors leave.

Fang Heng looked around the hall.

The inability to use space-based abilities was a considerable burden for him.

"Boss Fang, these people are very hostile towards us."

Simonetti flipped the bracelet in his hand, looking warily at the teams that were vaguely divided into three areas around them.

The two of them were isolated.

Simonetti's innate special racial talent made him very sensitive to killing intent.

He couldn't understand why these people had such a strong killing intent towards him, even though it was only his first day in the White Prison.

How strange!

Simonetti didn't know that the entire White Prison had gradually evolved into two major factions through generations of development and change, as well as other small individual groups that were strong enough not to need to take sides, known as third-party small groups.

Coincidentally, Fang Heng had offended all three major forces in the White Prison today.

Not far away, Xiao Wudao was watching Fang Heng.

"Boss, it's him."

A subordinate whispered in Xiao Wudao's ear, "This kid is called Fang Bai, proficient in necromancy and spatial studies, and also has extremely strong physical talent. His personal strength is very strong. He injured many of our people before."

"I didn't expect him to participate in the mission. What did Ives say?"

"Ives is in a worse situation than us. Several of his men died at Fang Bai's hands. His assistant just contacted us proactively, saying that he would take the opportunity to kill Fang Bai when the black mist is activated later, hoping that we can provide some convenience at that time."

"Alright."

Xiao Wudao nodded and said, "Keep an eye on our people. We only need to help deal with those monsters later, leaving them room to make their move."

"Yes!"

The subordinate nodded slightly, took two steps back, and immediately went down to instruct everyone to prepare for action.

"Dong!!!!"

The heavy alloy metal door at the entrance of the ritual area closed heavily.

Simonetti, who was wary of the others, suddenly changed his expression slightly and whispered, "Boss Fang, look at your feet."

Fang Heng looked towards the ground, only to see lines of engraved patterns gradually appearing on the metal floor.

As the patterns emerged, dark mist mixed with a large amount of demon seed pollution overflowed from the metal floor.

"The mist is poisonous. They might attack us later. Try not to participate in the battle and stay away. If you are forced to fight, remember to protect the bracelet."

Fang Heng put on the bracelet and whispered a word of advice.

"Okay, Boss Fang, I will be careful."

"Chih, chih chih…"

The magic array runes on the ground slowly flowed.

More and more black mist aura overflowed from the ground, and a thin layer of mist gradually enveloped the hall.

"Whirr, whirr, whirr…"

A sound of iron chains shaking came from the ceiling.

Dozens of metal cages slowly fell from above one after another, stopping about one meter above the ground.

Looking closely into the cages, each cage contained a person.

They all seemed to have passed out, and dense black lines could be seen on their exposed skin.

The black mist aura faintly surged towards them.

"Ka ka ka…"

The iron chains pulled the cages again, slowly lifting them upwards and retracting into the high altitude.

"Sacrifices…"

Fang Heng observed the group of people lying on the ground and muttered to himself softly.

The so-called sacrifices were actually carefully selected humans.

Coupled with the dense hell prayers on their bodies, they were easily contaminated by the aura of the demon seed and became servants of the demon seed.

His previous judgment was correct.

'Jealousy' wanted to weaken the power of the demon seed sealed under the White Prison Arena in this way.

Indeed.

He had also tried to eliminate the black mist pollution before.

Even using holy-type skills, it took a great deal of effort to dispel the black mist.

It was easier to find someone to absorb the pollution and then kill him.

A very evil way, but very efficient.

"Boss Fang, be careful."

Simonetti moved two steps closer to Fang Heng, looked to the right, and reminded, "They're acting strange."

"Mm."

Fang Heng slowly turned his head and looked at the few people walking towards them.

"Fang Bai."

"You are very powerful, daring to kill my people."

Ives led his team towards Fang Heng slowly, staring at him coldly.

He said, "Now, give me a reason not to kill you?"

Fang Heng looked at the group of people approaching aggressively, spread his hands, and said, "Doesn't the White Prison Arena forbid private fights during mission execution?"

Ives was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly, "Hahahaha! Fang Bai, I didn't expect you to be quite humorous."

Fang Heng shrugged and said, "You too."

Although the supervisors had repeatedly warned against private fights during mission execution, could they control it?

The black mist could affect electronic equipment, so the upper-level area was unaware of what was happening here.

Ives was also very clear that there were no monitors here.

Almost the best place to make a move!

In fact, the White Prison did not want the arena's competitors to fight privately, especially the higher-level competitors, who received more protection from them.

Usually, if Ives wanted to kill Fang Heng, he would be obstructed by the supervisors. He was a little headache, but he didn't expect Fang Heng to accept the mission and come here.

Wasn't this courting death?

The opportunity before him was too good!

During the ritual, he only needed to find an excuse to kill Fang Heng.

Just say he was accidentally polluted and corrupted into a monster, so he had to be killed.

Even if the White Prison supervisors suspected something, there would be no way to prove it.

"Fang Bai, how should I put it? This reason doesn't satisfy me, so… I can only say I'm sorry…"

Fang Heng looked around at the people surrounding him, quickly assessing the opponent's strength.

Less than 30 people, including 4 competitors with SSS-level strength.

These four were not weak.

Once a fight broke out, he would not be able to take care of Simonetti, especially in the current special environment where space-based abilities could not be used.

Fang Heng suddenly raised his head and said, "Hey."

"What? Scared?"

"Are you interested in a gamble? One-on-one, no matter who goes up, as long as they can beat me, I'll listen to you in everything from now on, how about it?"

Ives' heart stirred upon hearing this.

To be honest, Fang Heng had indeed given him a reason that made him tempted.

This kid was very strong.

If he could persuade him to work for him…

"Interesting, are you willing to sign a servant contract?"

"Of course."

"Very good, while there's still a little time…"

Ives looked at the increasingly thick black mist in the hall and the sacrifices on the ground absorbing the power of the black mist, nodded and said, "Nota! Kill him!"