chapter 87 pinnacle battle

This voice was not loud, even light, but on this silent mountaintop, it was extremely clear, piercing deeply into everyone's ears. Immediately, everyone on the top of the mountain followed the sound and looked over. I saw a blind old man in his sixties, thin and leaning on a walking stick, walking slowly towards the Arena. His walking stick knocked on the ground, making a crisp sound. It seemed that the only knocking sound was on the top of the huge mountain. While leaning on the...