Without another thought, Phield strode quickly into the entertainment district.
It was even more crowded than the main hall, packed with frenzied people throwing money around like it meant nothing.
"Double it all! Pour your auntie a glass of sparkling wine!"
"Haha! If you actually win, I'll eat this marble table today!"
But the largest crowd was gathered around the central arena.
The colosseum was a massive stone pit. As long as the spectators leaned forward, they could clearly see the brutal, blood-soaked battles below.
A two-headed demonic lion leapt lightly into the air and instantly pounced on a terrified, screaming female slave. Starved for over ten days, the beast didn't hesitate for even a second. Its jaws tore open as it ripped off the woman's leg, chewing greedily before swallowing it whole.
"Help… hel—"
Blood splattered everywhere. The screams quickly faded. As the lion fed, its two heads even began biting at each other in savage frenzy.
