As a crimson battle platform suddenly emerged above Ancestral Spirit Mountain, the strong fiendish qi formed crimson clouds that almost obscured the sky.

All eyes were filled with shock.

Even the atmosphere solidified.

“What he said was true.” Even Ai Tuanzi stared dumbfounded at the majestic crimson battle platform. Even Wanshou Heaven, which has controlled the Dragon Spirit Utopia for years, didn’t know this secret. Why would the Evil Beast Clan know? Could it be because of the Sacred Race?  

Ai Tuanzi’s countenance suddenly changed. If the Supreme Battle Stage really exists, does that mean the one who occupies it can really control the Ancestral Spirit Mountain?! If that’s the case, wouldn’t Wanshou Heaven suffer great losses if the Ancestral Spirit Mountain falls into the Evil Beast Clan’s hands?

Ai Tuanzi’s eyes were ice-cold as she hovered in the air. When she turned to look at Chi Xuan, her expression became even worse. 

His body had completely absorbed the monstrous blood sea,...