The arena today not only had a group of deformed spectators, but also performers.
But in the eyes of the godfiend, this was far from enough.
He had been suppressed and sealed for a long time, and there was too much anger accumulated in his heart. Now, he was eager to vent it out.
The head made of smoke turned around the Death Arena and landed on a Duelists.
"You idiot, you die in a different way every time. Are you deliberately experiencing different ways of dying?
Since your hobby is so special, I must satisfy it. I must let you experience these deaths tens of thousands of times!"
As soon as the demonic god finished speaking, a group of red-haired monsters with incomplete bodies rushed over and captured a cultivator.
In the blink of an eye, they had moved to the sea of lava and fire, on top of a newly appeared hot empty land.