Two days later.
At an altitude of several thousand meters, thick black fog resembling liquid clouds slowly drifts.
Within the gaps of the black fog, streaks of light resembling golden arrows can be faintly seen projecting out, as a silhouette enveloped completely in Golden Light floats within the black mist.
The air here seems bizarrely fresh, contrary to how it should be thin at such altitude, which further indicates one thing—the Sky, though named Sky, is actually a deep abyss reaching deep underground. The higher you go, the closer you get to the ground, and not actually reaching outer space beyond the Mixed Martial Arts World.
"The resentment here is more intense, even condensing some Fallen Heaven and Earth Power, and even I feel a strong pressure. It's not wise to linger... No wonder no one has ever left the Sky over the years…"
The figure floating in midair is naturally Jiang Dali.
