In the blink of an eye, behind him turned into a writhing wall of flesh.
Fang Qingyu was instantly isolated in a...
suddenly formed gigantic circular space...
The diameter of this space was a thousand meters!
The ground was still covered with dark red flesh drenched in viscous blood plasma.
The dome above was a massive membrane of flesh undulating higher up, dripping mucus, emitting a hazy dark red blood glow, like the blood moon of Hell.
All around, towering, slowly rising and falling dark red flesh walls loomed like the walls of the Beast Fighting Arena, confining him tightly in the center.
The transformation of space occurred within an instant.
It happened so fast that Fang Qingyu had no time to react.
Fang Qingyu stood alone in the center of this vast, empty, deathly silent space where only the sound of writhing flesh and dripping mucus remained.
The Melted Gold Eyes narrowed to the size of a needle point.
