Splat!
A sound like a watermelon bursting rang out above the arena.
Boom!
Krosa's body was smashed into the ground by a tremendous force, creating a deep pit.
His head had been blown apart!
All life within him had dissipated, and even his soul had been annihilated. He was completely dead.
The surroundings fell quiet for a moment before even more astonishing howls erupted.
"Awoo!"
"Kekeke, he's dead! Krosa was beaten to death!"
"As expected of a warrior of our Magic Armor Race! The Blood Race is no match at all!"
"Amazing!"
"Well done!"
All the Darkness Breeds seemed to have been driven even madder by the blood. Red Light glowed in their eyes as they wished they could immediately rush onto the arena and fight.
Wang Teng descended from the sky and stood beside Krosa's corpse. His gaze did not ripple in the slightest, containing only indifference.
He had finally killed this Vampire Darkbreed openly and legitimately!
It hadn't been easy!
That thing had killed so many humans. It deserved to die!
But this was only a little interest. The real debt collection had yet to begin.
In contrast to the excitement of the other Darkness Breeds, the Vampire Darkbreeds' expressions were somewhat gloomy. They all glared at Wang Teng, wishing they could rush up and fight him to the death.
Although Krosa had been killed on the arena and was simply inferior in strength, with no one else to blame.
But Wang Teng was only at the Demon King Level. This made the Vampire Darkbreeds feel that they had suffered immense humiliation, and naturally, they were all furious.
In the sky.
Demon Emperor Wu Nao's gaze fell upon Wang Teng as if assessing him. His voice slowly rang out. "A Demon King Level who has mastered fifty