The convoy of the Holy Army was quickly allowed passage and proceeded straight towards the arena.
As the vehicles approached, the magnificent arena immediately came into view.
The entire arena was built very crudely, its surface was stained with blood, adorned with various mecha remnants and dried corpses.
The entrance of the arena was a grotesque demon with its mouth open.
At this time, a dense crowd stretched out to a thousand meters away, with many people in line engaging in direct impromptu battles due to queue jumping.
The guards nearby acted as if they hadn't seen a thing, dragging away the losers.
"So many people?"
Su Ming didn't even know how to describe it; in such a chaotic place, these people were still foolish enough to gather here.
It seemed like the people of the Lost City were not quite normal.
"This arena can accommodate three million spectators at once, but it doesn't matter, we're taking the contestant's passage, so we can go straight in."
