"Yes!"
Hun Tiandi's calm voice fell, yet that very calmness left people feeling discouraged.
No one on the alliance's side had expected to lose the first match—not even Lei Ying himself.
When he landed beside Gu Yuan, his face was full of dejection, and even his voice had become low. "Sorry!"
"It's fine. There are still two matches left." Gu Yuan spoke softly. Seeing Lei Ying's battered state—covered in blood, his aura weak, black Qi seeping from his wounds—he comforted him, "This isn't your fault. That thing can barely even be called human. After this battle, it probably won't be long before it turns into a corpse completely. Unless one is a Nine-star Dou Sheng, no one who faces it would likely find it easy to win."
"Mm!" Lei Ying nodded slightly. He naturally understood all this, but a loss was still a loss. Feeling disheartened was unavoidable.
The first battle had ended in defeat, and the allied forces were all somewhat dispirited, as though a dark cloud hung before their eyes.
Even Gu Yuan felt the pressure abruptly increase. Still, having lived for so many years, he would not lose his composure over something like this. He calmly looked at Hun Tiandi and said, "Send out your second fighter! I refuse to believe you have another thing like that."
He did not call it a person, because that thing could not be considered human at all.
"There truly is only one." Hun Tiandi neither confirmed nor denied it. He looked toward an elderly man at his side—the Soul Clan's Great Elder, the strongest expert publicly known in the Soul Clan besides himself and Nihility Devouring Flame, an Eight-star Dou Sheng at the late stage.
As his gaze fell, Hun Ten stepped forward and looked at Yan Jin. In a