Bab 1852: Second Day

Sunlight dawned as the solar star rose and heated the chilled deserts. However, it was nothing but an illusion. The spatial formation still expanded the battle stage, and every environmental change was nothing but a high-level illusion that played on one's mind.

However, the youths in it were pretty much used to it, almost never having doubts that this was a actualized space.

"Everyone, we live in a society that demands that we are in an unending fight to stay relevant. it's time to rise and shine, fellow cultivators!~"

A golden-robed man appeared as his voice resounded throughout the area.

It was none other than Drake Blackburn.

"Ahh, it's been a long time since I slept..."

Logan came out of the tent and yawned, stretching out his body while Claire and Nora came out.

"Me too~"

"Same~"

"I didn't think I would actually have a good sleep in a competition…."