Three days later.
Mozi Academy was in an uproar.
On the open ground of the main peak, ten arenas had been erected.
People were everywhere around, even at the Eight Peaks, heads bobbed in the crowd.
From a distance, they looked like hundreds of thousands.
Currently, there were six hundred thousand people in Mozi Academy.
Today's arena competition was the chance for these six hundred thousand people.
Because, once you win the arena, you'll stand out among the six hundred thousand and rise to the position of General.
Therefore, anyone with any confidence in their cultivation would sign up for the arena.
The number of registrants reached thirty thousand.
To fight among these thirty thousand would take a long time, but fortunately, seven elders set up an array, allowing these thirty thousand to simultaneously enter it.
In the array, the arena felt like real fighting, but without consuming Power of Demon Patterns or being injured.
