Blackie's combat strength was absolutely beyond anything they could have imagined.
With only Intermediate Stage Divine General Realm power, he defeated several opponents below the Divine King Realm with ease.
Meanwhile, below the Golden-Winged Roc Clan's arena, everyone watched Blackie's condition closely.
It was as if nothing had happened to him at all.
Not to mention whether he had any injuries on him.
Even his breathing was perfectly even, his aura steady as ever.
The only difference was the rising battle intent swirling around him.
With each fight, his intent grew stronger and fiercer.
You could say, anyone below the Divine King Realm was no longer a threat to Blackie.
"Divine King Realm fighters, come up here!"
Blackie grinned, looking down, mocking them—whether as a genuine taunt or just teasing, no one could tell.
"Don't make me laugh and say the Golden-Winged Roc Clan ran out of contenders."
Hearing Blackie's words,
