Chapter 570 Oh... I'm third

Chapter 570 Oh... I'm third

Among the numerous dark beings floating in the sky, a handsome young man dressed in a golden garment adorned with silver designs stepped out from the crack. Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

He appeared incongruous amidst the darkness, radiating brightness. With golden eyes and long peach-colored hair pulled back into a high ponytail, flowing down his back, he peered down at the Arena below, enclosed by towering walls.

As his golden eyes landed on Old Hal, the old man's expression grew grim. He got up from his seat and started floating in the air to make sure the second shadow general wouldn't try anything while he was around.

However, the young man with golden eyes before him, surrounded by numerous dark figures, looked away with a disinterested expression, as if he had already assessed what the old man could achieve and what he couldn't with his gaze alone.

Ceano, the second shadow general, shifted his gaze back to the crack pulsating with dark energy behind him, and another figure emerged from it. It was a handsome youth who appeared slightly older than Ceano but no more than twenty years old, dressed in a blue shirt and dark pants, with short grey hair and light ivory-colored pupils.

Different from Ceano, who could easily be mistaken for an ordinary young man due to his pristine appearance and the noticeable absence of the dark five-petal flower, the youth with ivory eyes had a dark five-petal flower etched beneath his chin in the middle of his neck, standing out distinctly.

The youth with ivory eyes yawned wearily, as if he had been toiling ceaselessly, but Ceano remained impassive when he observed his rank.

"Third, why haven't you progressed in rank yet? I saw you last time, and you are still at the same rank. Why is it that you haven't advanced, despite doing as you please and not even participating in the war?"

The third shadow general, named Will, blinked and looked at the familiar face before him with narrowed eyes. It took him a few moments to remember which number shadow general was floating in front of him. If not for the golden eyes, he might not have remembered at all.

The demon race, dark race, nighkin race individuals floating behind the two shadow generals sneered at the people below, eager to bathe in their blood.

Old Hal spoke up upon noticing a smile at the corner of Will's lips as the man tried to discreetly slip away from the sky, but his bright attire gave him away instantly.

"Don't do anything you might regret."

"You all are here to take part in the Gladiator Arena, right? According to our agreement, all the people you brought can join in, but if they dare to break the rules, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Will tilted his head as he glanced at the old man before him in a cream-colored robe.

"Hey, oldie, do you really think we're afraid of you? You alone can't take us down..."

He wanted to say more, but Ceano shook his head at him, hoping the grey-haired man would remember that they were here for a purpose, and to achieve it, they couldn't halt the Gladiator Arena from progressing. Will shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the people floating behind him.

"Alright, all of you head down and grab some nameplates for yourselves to join the battles. Then settle into the chairs. Don't make too much mess... you know, the old man can be ruthless, puhahaha."

He laughed at his own words, and Old Hal's expression darkened as he vanished from his spot. However, before the old man could disappear behind him, Will's fading figure paused in front of the massive demon statue lounging against the towering wall with a wicked grin.

The third shadow general admired the demon statue, and a chair appeared before him. He took a seat in front of the statue with a proud look as he looked at the numerous individuals in cream-colored robes seated in the distance opposite him. He winked at them with a playful expression, and they all scowled in disgust before gesturing for Ceano to join him.