Chapter 473: Lanci's Three Illusion Demons_1

At the topmost floor of the Congressional Building, inside Franklin Hall, the deep purple magical luminescence of the Desperate Arena sliced through every inch of the air.

The gazes of congressmen, nobles, and influential officials were all firmly locked on the Protoss Congressional Center, where the deadly duel was about to take place.

The divine era symbols continuously reorganized on the surface of the semi-spatial barrier, and even if no one was able to translate them, they could understand their meaning — a countdown — through the soul-stirring light.

The arena was completely isolated from the outside world. Once the final preparatory time of more than ten seconds was up, the deathmatch would commence.

On the right side of the barrier, a tall figure under a deep gray coat projected a gloomy and unusual feeling, as if he belonged to a different world.