"It seems that everyone here carries the same thought as me, wanting to try their luck at the opening of the Dark Prison entrance?"
"Hmph! Do you think the Dark Prison is your home's business? You can come, but others can't? That's a big joke!" scoffed an old man with a long white beard.
The two groups of people confronted each other, neither willing to back down, with a battle imminent. Their clothes were stained with fresh blood, indicating a tense and fierce fight just occurred. The ground beneath them was littered with many recently deceased bodies.
The scarlet blood had not yet dried, flowing through the rubble and debris, creating an extremely chilling scene!
"So, we're at an impasse?" another elder spread his hands, smirking at them.
"If we can't reach an agreement, then let's battle for supremacy! Whoever wins gets the qualification to enter the Dark Prison!"
"Fine! If war is what you want, then let's fight. Come at me together!"
