บท 1382: A Request

The crystal pagoda hung quietly above the large city-state with a halo circling above it. The halo exuded a mysterious power. Both the indigenous people and the top powers in the sky from the Fiend Blood Tribe fixed their gazes on the crystal pagoda. They knew that their destiny depended on the one who made it out alive. The one who came out would be the winner.

There was dead silence in the entire area, and there was tension all over. No one dared to open his mouth to say a word.

The higher echelons, who were standing outside the main hall, broke out into a cold sweat. After a long while, they quivered and looked at the queen, who was beside them, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you think that the deity will win?"

They had pinned all their hopes on the deity. If he was defeated, there would be bloodshed in the city, and many people would be killed. Even the higher echelons might be killed by the Blood Demon Lord as well.