When they finally recognized the faces of Ruble and the others, the arena erupted with waves of commotion, discussions, and exclamations filling the air.
Only when the high-tier Evolvers hurried over did they barely manage to stabilize the situation on the scene.
However, compared to the gladiatorial match that had just resumed, what truly captured the people's attention were those standing precariously in the air above, and the tables laden with exquisite dishes, each one valuable enough for an ordinary person to fight for in this era.
The gladiator holding a bone spike cautiously kept his distance from his opponent while glancing at the people in the sky out of the corner of his eye.
Feeling the powerful presences of the Evolvers in the sky, the man's brows furrowed tightly, his expression grave.
Especially the long-haired, narrow-eyed man in the center; although he hadn't emitted any aura, just a single glance from him was enough to freeze him in fear.
