Return from the second dimension

The door of the death arena was finally opened slowly, but an overwhelmed rubbing sound came out.

In the past time, the panicked audience kept hitting the iron gate, trying to escape this purgatory on earth.

The iron gate was not knocked open, but it was twisted and deformed, almost completely scrapped.

Few people know that from the day the Arena of Death was established, the gate for people to enter and exit has never been closed.

Now that the closure is opened, the arena has become a purgatory on earth.

As the door reopened, the flustered audience swarmed out, followed by the hideous red-haired evil spirits.

The lively streets were in chaos, with endless screams, and countless red-haired monsters rushed along the streets in the city.

Those spectators who were thrown into the sea of ​​flames to sacrifice are all wrapped in flames, chasing and killing the fleeing monks and duelists frantically.

Carried by a group of fire men, the victim in a copper pot with only one head exposed, constantly spewing magma.

The fireball flew around, landed on the buildings, and burst into flames in an instant.

Although the volume of the copper tank is huge, it certainly can't hold so much magma. This is obviously an attack method similar to a magical technique.

The opening of the gate of the death arena is equivalent to opening up the passage between purgatory and the world, allowing disaster to come to this super giant city.

The monks of the major organizations are also preparing to flee.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, countless tentacles stretched out from the magma fire sea, entangled them with extremely fast speed.

The speed is so fast that it is impossible to dodge.

More than a thousand monks from various organizations were caught by the tentacles soaked in lava flames, and they were constantly dancing and shaking in the air.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the shackles of the tentacles, and could only scream under the flames.

There were also many duelists who were also caught by red-haired monsters and imprisoned in the central area of ​​the stands.

Under the guard of the red-haired monster, the duelists didn't dare to fight at all, otherwise they would be grabbed their heads and plunge their lower body into the lava.

The magma will scorch the legs and feet, but it will not die, but can only bear the pain alive.

After several demonstrations, those who tried to flee or resist, all became honest.

Now that the situation is unclear, and the red-haired monster does not intend to kill, then just watch the changes slowly and honestly.

In the case of being able to resurrect from the dead, the duelists who have died an unknown number of times are actually more calm than those monks.

There are also many unlucky audience members who are also controlled by red-haired monsters, leaning on their seats and shaking.

The atmosphere in the arena became very weird, and all the monsters were quiet, as if they were waiting for something.

The place that has never been affected is the area in the center of the arena where a group of duelists gathered.

When the death arena collapsed, only this area survived, like an island standing in the abyss.

As the magma continued to rise, this place, like an isolated island, also floated along with it.

Like a fish float suspended in the water, no matter how turbulent the magma fire sea is, there is no way to swallow it down.

The duel on the island is in a complex and nervous mood.

They really don't understand, why those monsters that emerge from the magma turn a blind eye to them?

The monster was clearly in front of them, but ignored them at all, and rushed straight to the stands.

Feeling fortunate, but also full of doubts, want to find out what is the reason?

The people and monsters around the stands were all looking towards the center of the arena, as if they were duels watching on an isolated island.

This weird and unusual scene made the duelists flustered, feeling that something big was about to happen.

"Guru... Guru..."

The bubbles became denser and denser, and after bursting, black smoke emerged, floating in the air and quickly gathering.

A huge grimace is slowly taking shape, bringing endless pressure to people.

The eyes on the ghost's face were completely burning lava, revealing the indifference of a frozen soul.

The horror atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, making people feel fear and awe from the heart, and subconsciously want to worship and salute.

The red-haired monsters around had already knelt on the ground, chanting something in their mouths.

The tone is strange, like a certain scripture, but also like a bleak and strange song.

"Wow..."

A huge arm suddenly stretched out from the magma and pressed hard against the edge of the stands of the Death Arena.

Under the huge force, the stands collapsed directly, and nearby spectators and monsters were simultaneously crushed into meat sauce.

While the magma was rolling, the second arm appeared and pressed it on the stands.

The force of both arms at the same time seems to be to get rid of the shackles.

A huge body crawled out of the magma, and the body of the rolling magma kept sliding down.

"Hahaha, I finally came out!"

A dull voice sounded over the square, as if muffled thunder kept rolling.

"You guys are very lucky and are about to witness a gorgeous feast of destruction with their own eyes.

You will not die, but you are responsible for telling what you have seen today and telling the world what you have experienced..."

The dull voice echoed in the death arena, but the content of the words made people feel a little surprised and shocked.

"This... is the suppressed Demon God?"

The manager of the death arena, caught by the burning tentacles, is constantly suffering from burning pain.

Seeing the figure crawling out of the magma, he was completely desperate, at least everything was irreversible.

But soon he discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with this terrifying figure in front of him.

After careful observation, it turns out that this terrifying demon god has no head at all!

He has a human body, but he does not have legs, but is replaced by countless tentacles.

Although the aura and coercion make people feel terrifying, but the bare neck makes people feel weird.

However, since it is a demon god, it is impossible to use common sense to guess, it is normal to have no head, perhaps this is the true form of the demon god.

Only Tang Zhen in the crowd showed a weird expression, but did not make any extra moves.

He condensed his breath without showing the slightest abnormality, and he looked no different from ordinary duelists.

The island under his feet did not collapse and collapse, not only for its own reasons, but also Tang shook his hands and feet.

The rune formation that guards the death arena uses the ground under your feet as the base of the formation, so it will not collapse and shatter.

Tang Zhen quietly made changes and added the function of hiding aura to the rune array, so the monsters that crawled out of the magma could not discover this special island.

Hidden among the crowd, quietly observing the demon god who broke through the seal, wanting to find out who the other party is sacred?

The demon god crawled out of the magma, and did not wreak havoc on the surroundings, but fell into silence.

It was like a statue, without any movement.

Everyone knows that this kind of weird calm is likely to mean an outbreak of madness.

Sure enough, after a while, the horrible grimace that was suspended in the sky above his head and condensed through black smoke suddenly widened his eyes.

"I'm going to your grandma, you turtle grandsons, where did you get your uncle's head!"

The grimace in the air roared, and at the same time opened his mouth, spitting out magma continuously.

The magma sprayed far away, and flames rose wherever it passed.

But in an instant, in this boundless giant city, there were flames of smoke rising into the sky everywhere.