The final round's top-sixteen-to-top-eight matches had concluded.
The Knight Holy Temple had advanced the most contestants, with three in total.
The Assassin Temple and Soul Temple each held two spots, while the Mage Holy Temple had only one contestant left in the running.
As for the Warrior Holy Temple and Priest Temple, they had been completely wiped out.
There was no rest time during the Elimination Match.
In other words, these high-intensity matches would continue without pause until the final champion was decided!
Tomorrow would bring the even fiercer top-eight-to-top-four matches.
The group stage rankings had completely lost their purpose by this point. The remaining contestants would draw lots at random to determine their opponents.
Whether they could advance further would depend on both their strength and luck.
Ye Tian held Cai'er's hand as they slowly left the Knight Holy Temple.
On the viewing platform.
Han Qian and Lin Chen silently watched the scene, both wearing knowing smiles.
"That kid sure knows how to sweet-talk girls. Looks like this matter is settled!"
The smile on Han Qian's face deepened.
Lin Chen beside him nodded lightly as well. "The Assassin Temple spent who knows how many years cultivating such an outstanding talent, only for your Knight Holy Temple to steal her away. No wonder Shadow is angry."
"It can't be helped. This is something the young people both agreed to."
"And listen to yourself. Is Ye Tian not also from your Mage Holy Temple?"
At Han Qian's words, Lin Chen could not help but laugh heartily.
"True enough. This brat really has his ways. Just thinking about it makes me happy."
"But I'm not happy!"
Just as the two were chatting cheerfully, another hoarse, aged voice suddenly reached Han Qian and Lin Chen's ears.
Then, a somewhat twisted and frail figure