“Prisoners!” Lin Feng progressively understood why that place was called the Prisoner Arena… It reminded him of the previous world in ancient Rome where aristocrats used to watch slaves and wild beasts fight in the coliseum.
But the scene before Lin Feng’s eyes at that moment was much more impressive. It made him shiver from head to toe as if his soul was shaking with excitement.
“In that cage, there is a battle every day, either a cultivator versus a ferocious beast or a cultivator versus another cultivator… and the only way to be freed is to kill the opponent during your battle.” said Wen Ao Xue to Lin Feng. That was a terrifying premise. No wonder some people had chosen to keep their distance from this place.
Every battle resulted in the death of either a cultivator or a ferocious beast.
“Every year, some students of our academy die here. The number of corpses is always increasing.” said Wen Ao Xue while looking at the gigantic cage. He then slowly said: “There are only the strongest and the most courageous cultivators who would dare to go in there… They are true fighters… because in that cage, the conditions are the same as on a real battlefield.”