604: City of Ten Thousand Demons

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Yang Lingchen, who was originally prepared to fight to the death, suddenly saw a blur before his eyes, and then his body was instantly pulled into a spatial tunnel.

After a dizzying journey, Yang Lingchen directly fainted.

After an unknown period, when Yang Lingchen woke up again, he found himself lying in a dark water prison.

He struggled to get up, only to find that his cultivation was completely Seal-ed, and he couldn't use a single bit of Divine Origin Power within his body.

"What the hell is this place?"

Looking at the incredibly sturdy prison, a hint of helplessness appeared on Yang Lingchen's face. At this moment, his injuries were still very severe. He couldn't use his Divine Origin Power, couldn't heal himself, and couldn't even retrieve healing pills from his haotian jade space.

However, the only thing that made Yang Lingchen feel fortunate was that the Spiritual Qi within the Vast Heaven Jade continued to flow into his body. With the nourishment of this Spiritual Qi, his internal injuries were slowly recovering.

Although his cultivation was currently Seal-ed, as long as his injuries recovered, Yang Lingchen was confident he could break through this cultivation Seal.

Because the person who Seal-ed his cultivation was only at the Heavenly Dao Realm First Layer. If his cultivation recovered, breaking through this Seal would be very easy for him.

Half a month passed in a flash.

During this half month, Yang Lingchen's injuries had completely recovered, and a large amount of Spiritual Qi had accumulated in his body.

At this moment, he was guiding the Spiritual Qi within his body, frantically assaulting the cultivation Seal.

Just then, a strangely shaped, burly and tall man walked in.

This man, clad in armor, walked aggressively to Yang Lingchen's water prison.

"Clang."

The water prison was opened, and the burly man grabbed Yang Lingchen, then dragged him outside.

"Hey? I can walk myself!" Yang Lingchen quickly said.

"Say one more word, and I'll eat you."

The burly man suddenly opened his bloody maw, his long fangs looking terrifying.

Yang Lingchen decisively shut his mouth. He could tell that the other party was clearly not Human Race. If he angered them, they might really eat him.

Just like that, Yang Lingchen was dragged out of the underground water prison by the other party.

Seeing the sunlight again, Yang Lingchen's heart was filled with hope. As long as he lived, he had hope for revenge.

Su Jinrou's departure completely ignited the hatred in his heart, and his desire for power reached its peak.

Dragged by the burly man, Yang Lingchen arrived at a massive arena.

This arena was extremely vast, with many Yao Race cheering from the surrounding spectator stands.

Inside the arena, two Human Race Cultivators were fighting desperately. Both of these humans were around the Haotian Realm Fifth Layer. Their moves were lethal, constantly attacking each other.

Seeing this situation, Yang Lingchen's expression became extremely grim.

He could tell that this was the territory of the Yao Race, and the status of humans here was equivalent to slaves. Being brought here, his fate would definitely be the same as the two humans in the arena.

However, Yang Lingchen wasn't too worried. With his combat power, even if he entered the arena, no one could be his opponent.

Because in the arena battles, the cultivation of both sides was generally similar. With Yang Lingchen's invincible strength in the same Realm, no one in this arena could harm him.

"Kid, from today onwards, your code name is Hyena. Don't say I didn't warn you; as long as you can win a thousand battles in the arena, you'll gain your freedom. Good luck!"

After the burly man finished speaking, he lifted Yang Lingchen's cultivation restriction and led him to a dedicated iron cage at the edge of the arena.

"Fuck, you're the Hyena, your whole family are Hyenas."

Yang Lingchen cursed under his breath, then surveyed the iron cage.

This iron cage wasn't very big, about thirty square meters. Around it were tens of thousands of similar small iron cages, each holding a Human Race Cultivator.

As a newcomer, Yang Lingchen was not scheduled for battle on the first day.

However, during this day, he basically figured out the rules of the arena: once you entered the arena, there was no winning or losing, only life or death.

"Senior, do you know where this place is?"

Yang Lingchen walked to the edge of the prison and asked a middle-aged man in the adjacent prison.

"This is Myriad Demon City," the middle-aged man said calmly.

"What kind of place is Myriad Demon City?" Yang Lingchen frowned slightly. He knew something about the Archaic Star Domain, but he had never heard of a place called Myriad Demon City.

"You don't even know Myriad Demon City?" A hint of confusion flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, then he continued, "Then how were you captured by them?"

"Cough...!" Yang Lingchen coughed lightly and said, "I was injured in a previous battle, and when I woke up, I had already been captured and brought here by them."

"Then you're really unlucky. Once you're caught here, you can basically forget about ever leaving in this lifetime." A hint of helplessness flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Senior, what Star Domain is this?" Yang Lingchen asked the question in his mind.

"What Star Domain?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then said, "This is naturally the Dragon God Star Domain! You haven't been beaten silly, have you?"

"Dragon God Star Domain?" A hint of shock flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "I suffered a relatively severe head injury before, and some things haven't come back to me yet."

"I see." The middle-aged man nodded, then continued, "Your talent is quite good, kid. At such a young age, your cultivation has actually reached the Haotian Realm. It's just a pity that in the arena, no matter how good your talent is, it's useless."

"Senior, has no one ever left here?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"No. Although the rules state that anyone who can win a thousand consecutive battles can leave the arena, in reality, no one has ever left here alive," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Senior, how many consecutive wins do you have?" Yang Lingchen asked curiously.

"Eight hundred twenty-four," the middle-aged man said calmly.

"Hiss...!"

"Eight hundred twenty-four consecutive wins?"

Yang Lingchen's eyes showed shock. He never expected that this ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him had actually achieved eight hundred twenty-four consecutive wins.

"Senior, if you just hold on a little longer, won't you be able to leave?"

"You're thinking too much. Do you really think these Yao Race will let us leave?" The middle-aged man's eyes showed a hint of helplessness.

"Will they go back on their word?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"That won't happen." The middle-aged man paused, then continued, "However, as your winning streak increases, the opponents you encounter will become stronger and stronger, and you might even encounter enemies whose cultivation far surpasses your own."

"I saw that the opponents they encountered had similar cultivation levels, didn't they?" Yang Lingchen asked in confusion.

"That's because their winning streaks aren't high enough. Once their winning streaks reach over eight hundred battles, the opponents they encounter will have increasingly higher cultivation levels," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Thank you for clarifying, Senior." Yang Lingchen cupped his fists and said, "Junior Yang Lingchen, may I ask for Senior's name?"

"Xiao Feng." The middle-aged man finished speaking, his eyes fixed on the arena.

Just then, the middle-aged man's prison was opened, and the voice of a Yao Race Guard came from outside: "Black Bear, it's your turn to enter the arena."

Xiao Feng slowly stood up and walked out of the iron cage.

"Senior, good luck!" Yang Lingchen shouted towards Xiao Feng's retreating figure.

He then walked to the edge of the iron cage and watched intently.

Yang Lingchen also had his own plan for the upcoming situation: no matter what, he had to preserve his strength, otherwise, no matter how strong his ability to challenge higher Realms was, he would never be able to achieve a thousand consecutive wins.