Bloodfest Commences.

As Atticus and the last of the participants pass through the gates, A white fog filled everywhere and Atticus felt space warp, it seems like he teleported.

In the next moment Atticus was met with a blinding white flash. Weightlessness.

Fuck, he was falling!

Below him he could see a vast forest mixed with wastelands, It was a very weird terrain.

Around him in the air were several other participants, this was certainly some sort of grand entrance.

As Atticus approached the ground, he tried to rotate his cultivation so as to slow down the fall...

Oh shit!

There was nothing to rotate as their cultivation had been completely suppressed.

How were they supposed to survive this fall!

Then – bam! Atticus landed hard on something soft. Disoriented, he blinked his eyes open.

Of course, the landing was going to go well, it would be weird if they all died just right off their landing.

He looked around him and all he could see was trees. Lots of trees.

The air was thick and silent, not a whisper
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