But the next moment, he understood.
Because after the two entered, a fluctuation appeared again in the void, and another figure emerged.
It was a humanoid figure, more accurately described as a shadow, because it was just a vague silhouette, with a face that couldn't be seen, only a deep voice resonated.
Each pair is assigned together, and only the victor can proceed to the next round, while the loser will be eliminated.
This voice was equally cold, mechanical, devoid of any emotion.
The shadow then said, "This competition is about flames; whoever conjures the most powerful flames wins."
"What? A flame competition?" Lin Xuan wondered, he had never seen such a competition before.
Beside him, upon hearing this, Nangong Hao burst into loud laughter.
"Hahaha! Truly, Heaven helps me!"
"Boy, dare to compete with me in flames, you're doomed!"
He was indeed overjoyed, because Lin Xuan's previous performance had shocked him, the strength was entirely beyond his expectations.
