On the sofa by the window lay a devilish young man.
Two red horns sprouted from his head, and his eyes gleamed like a blood moon.
In his arms, a beautiful woman rested.
Playfully, he said, "All the races have joined in. Interesting!"
"Young master, shall we bid?" the man behind the woman asked, lowering his head.
The youth shook his head. "There's no rush. This time, it's not just us demons who've been lured here."
"The people from the heaven realm have also arrived," the man reminded him.
The remnants of various ancient realms had long been drawn in.
Now, they all waited, hidden in the private rooms, for the final bid.
Fighting for it now was meaningless.
Braydon Neal had already noticed them.
He was no stranger to this.
In the past, all the ancient realms had been destroyed by Lukyan Flerov, Idris Kalman, and the others.
How could Braydon not be familiar with this?