Savage Eye

With just the arrival of two primordial races, the Rakshasa and Witch races had already taken the initiative to intimidate others. Many cultivators were secretly worried.

"The situation doesn't seem good,"

The Sect Master of Snowdrift Valley was a middle-aged beauty. She looked gentle and murmured softly with a hint of worry.

"Amitabha,"

Abbot Hui Shen of Dapamkara Monastery chanted a Buddhist proclamation with a worried expression.

The primordial races were way too domineering and the human race naturally did not have much room for negotiation. As such, the outcome of this Ten Thousand Race Meet would not be favorable either.

Dong!

The bell of Enigma Palace sounded once more.

A large blood mist floated over from afar with figures faintly visible within. Before they arrived above Enigma Palace, a blood stench spread!

The Blood Vine race!