Each place was crowded with people, rubbing their hands eagerly, just waiting for the competition to start.
And suddenly, the sky above the barren island seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force.
A dazzling light burst out from the crack, accompanied by rumbling thunder, and a figure slowly appeared in the sky above the barren island.
He seemed like a Divine Revelation descending from another dimension, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
This figure was dressed in a silver-white Mage Robe, whose fabric was lightweight yet dignified, as if it was woven from the purest moonlight.
Extremely complex Magic Runes were engraved on the robe, which glimmered faintly under the illumination of light, seeming to contain endless mysteries and strength.
Magic Elements surrounded him like a substantive colorful mist, intensely concentrated around his body.
Sometimes condensing into strange shapes, sometimes dissipating into nothingness, making him appear like the king of magic.
