I Have a City in a Different World

The accident that happened in the arena shocked everyone. They didn't expect such a thing to happen.

The audience at this moment seems to have seen the abyss of purgatory, and they are walking towards the abyss.

If you are a little careless, you will fall into it, and there is no possibility of escape.

"What the hell is going on here, how can there be such a terrible thing under the arena?"

Including the manager, looked at the sea of ​​lava fire exposed after the collapse of the arena, all with shocked expressions.

The audience, in particular, were terrified.

When I think of watching the death competition in this environment on weekdays, I will feel a kind of soul trembling.

"Hurry up and open the door, I want to get out of here!"

There are also audiences screaming loudly. Although they can come back to life, they are not willing to bear this kind of fear.

"Can't open the door, absolutely can't let them go!"

Seeing that the arena had collapsed, the cultivators' expressions became more and more anxious, guessing that the number of corpses was not enough, which caused such a bad result.

In this case, continue to sacrifice sacrifices until the seal is completely and firmly suppressed.

With an order, various spells were continuously used, and the panicked audience was continuously thrown into the abyss of fire.

They uttered desperate curses, but they had no effect at all, so they fell into the lava in despair, and were engulfed by the sea of ​​fire in an instant.

More and more spectators were thrown into it, and the tumultuous sea of ​​magma seemed to calm down.

"It works, everyone keep working hard!"

Seeing this, the elder on the manager's side showed a surprised expression, and secretly remembered this matter.

Once the seal is about to be broken, a large number of human sacrifices are used to maintain the stability of the seal.

Although it sounds cruel, it is nothing at all in the spirit world that can be resurrected from the dead.

The other monks also saw hope,

The gritted teeth increased the output, and more and more audiences were thrown into the sea of ​​fire.

But at the same time, the number of red-haired monsters running out of the corpse pit has also become more and more.

These red-haired monsters launched indiscriminate attacks, and with the appearance of the lava sea, the monsters have become more and more crazy and ferocious.

There was chaos in the arena, and the duelists and monks had already fought their own battles, completely losing command and control.

Either fight against the attack of the red-haired monster, or push the audience into the sea of ​​lava fire, screaming and screaming.

The breath of despair has enveloped the arena.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was another mutation in the sea of ​​lava fire.

Countless bubbles burst out and burst into black smoke, as if something was about to emerge from the magma.

The monks who watched this scene were uneasy and didn't know how to deal with it.

"Quick, throw down more sacrifices, there must be not enough corpses to sacrifice!"

The elder on the management side seemed to believe that the only way to solve the crisis was through sacrifice, so he urged loudly and anxiously.

Or if there is nothing else to do, this will only look for a way, so as to do the last struggle.

Those duelists and monks can only grit their teeth at this moment and continue to throw sacrifices into the sea of ​​​​fire.

Those innocent spectators are in bad luck again.

I don't want more and more bubbles in the magma, it's like boiling a pot, it seems that it's useless to throw in more sacrifices.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the height of the sea of ​​magma and fire was constantly increasing, holding up those bronze jars and floating upwards.

In the tumbling magma, a silhouette wrapped in flames suddenly appeared, stretching its neck and roaring silently.

Judging from the number and appearance of these figures, it was obvious that they were the spectators who had just been thrown into the sea of ​​magma and sacrificed. They were not burned into coke, but turned into terrifying monsters wrapped in magma.

The monks who had tried desperately to capture the audience and threw them into the sea of ​​lava fire were all dumbfounded at this moment.

Instead of securing the seal, they found themselves doing so, making the situation worse.

Especially those spectators who were thrown in have now turned into monsters, making the already critical situation even worse.

At this time, no one thought about offering sacrifices anymore, but began to worry that the seal would not be stable.

Originally under the suppression of the sealing force, the monks could suppress the demon god only by constantly strengthening it.

The seal is the cage, and the reinforcement of the seal is the maintenance of the door lock.

No matter how powerful the Demon God is, as long as the door lock is still there, he cannot break through and escape from the cage.

But once the seal is broken and the Demon God rushes out of the cage, the situation will be completely different.

In front of the gods, all living beings are ants, and there is no qualification for confrontation at all.

All the cultivators together cannot be the opponent of the Demon God, so it goes without saying that the end of the resistance will end.

What I fear most is not death, but life is better than death.

But so far, no suitable solution has been found.

But looking at the current situation, it seems that it can no longer hold on, because the seal has reached the brink of collapse.

Just when he was worried, the height of the magma in the sea of ​​​​fire had risen rapidly, and it was only a short distance from the ground.

After discovering this situation, the audience around the stand ducked, for fear that they would be swept away by the magma that might overflow at any time.

The more I am afraid of what, the more I am, but in the blink of an eye, the magma has broken through to the height of the ground, and then swept toward the surrounding stands.

The scorching high temperature ignited the items on the stands, and billowing smoke rose into the sky, which could be seen even from a great distance.

Those figures who were struggling and wailing in the magma, crawled in all directions along the rolling lava.

Their target of attack was naturally not the audience, but the monks and duelists who threw themselves into the lava.

There are also some monsters, gathered together at this moment, crawling around with bronze jars.

The prisoner who was imprisoned in the bronze jar had already turned into a monster, opening his mouth and constantly spraying magma.

Whether the audience or the duelists, after being drenched by the magma, immediately turned into fireballs.

Only those monks, they dodged faster, and did not suffer much loss at the moment.

But the situation in the death arena is completely out of control, and even they can do nothing.

In this case, the only thing that can be done is to evacuate the place quickly.

Otherwise, staying here will only be death in vain, which means nothing at all.

"All listen to the order, immediately evacuate the arena for me, and then establish a second blockade!"

The elders of the management side ordered the retreat, which meant that the sealing operation failed.

Establishing a second line of defense may sound like a good thing, but in reality it is just self-deception.

They who can't even maintain the seal, what ability do they have to withstand the demon god after the seal is broken?

Perhaps there is only one thing in their minds.

That is how to escape from this dangerous city in the shortest time, so as not to be affected by the wrath of the devil.

And in the shortest time, spread the news, so as to obtain the assistance of higher-level monks.

As for the people in the giant city, they have no time to take care of it now. At most, they spread the news and let them find a way to escape and survive.

At such a time, if you are too busy to take care of yourself, how can you have time to care about the life and death of others?