At 8 p.m., the crowds were heading in one direction, different clan uniforms and husbands of the matriarch.
The arena, usually the site of duels for resources and power, was different today. Their matriarch would be fighting.
"Wasn't it supposed to be a private battle? Well, I'm happy anyway; I can't wait for the opponent to be crushed..."
"Do you hear? The opponent wants to fight them all together..."
"Tsk..someone overestimating their self... "
"With this public battle, will get to see the person beaten up...Kya, I can't wait."
"Did you hear the Matriarch of the succubi clan was injured and won't be joining the fight...but I think she's just scared..."
"Don't talk rubbish; her mind attacks are feared by even the first position...I think she's really injured."
"Hmm...she's not even here to witness the battle."
"Wow...did you see the most beautiful man in the Siren clan..."
"The succubi clan is more beautiful...look at his pink lips..."