"A small world like this is likely a formidable mystical artifact, though I don't know its rank. At least for me, with my current power, there's no way out. Even if I use the Power of Divine Demon, I probably can't tear open the space and escape." Tangyu surveyed his surroundings, pondering in his heart.
Over two hundred thousand people entered, yet they were scattered so widely. In Tangyu's view, there was not a soul in sight. This small world must not be small. This ensures that disciples from the same power cannot easily form a team. As for later on, it doesn't matter. Whoever remains will be elites. In the beginning, at least, there's a guarantee of relative fairness.
Tangyu's gaze also rested on the imposing, towering tree. Suddenly, his ears twitched, and the Pangu Axe appeared in his hand. He turned around swiftly, delivering a lethal slash.
