As soon as he entered, Li Ming felt something different; the surroundings were gloomy and eerie, with the wind howling.
Amidst the surging mist, he vaguely sensed an ominous chill invading.
Feeling it firsthand made him more aware of the mist's strange trait, suppressing his life force and external perception.
This space wasn't very large, but the solidity of the space exceeded imagination. Clenching his fist in the void, Li Ming didn't even have the confidence to tear the space apart.
After all, it's an "Arena," naturally expecting some battles. It's normal for the space to be more solid.
Yet overhead, the void seemed like a shattered dome, with millions of dim blue fissures winding and growing.
The edges shimmered, with liquid stellar matter flowing within, and floating stone slab materials slowly drifted through the fissures, forming a serried "staircase."
