"I'm giving you a chance to forge in peace, and I won't lay a hand on you. Consider it respect for Senior Rong Nianbing."
Su Ming glanced at Huo Yuhao, then turned to leave.
Unfortunately, the instant he turned around, Huo Yuhao erupted.
The spiritual assault Tian Meng unleashed with all his strength opened a gap for him.
"Ah."
Su Ming sighed.
It seemed he could only return him to Rong Nianbing in person.
Du Busi stood in midair, intimidating the members of the Soul Master Corps. Not a single Soul Cannon shot was fired in the end.
Aside from the members of the Shrek Team, everyone else was also under Du Busi's watch, feeling immense pressure as they hesitated over whether to flee with them.
There was no doubt about it.
The cost of fleeing was enormous.
No one knew whether they would face further pursuit from the Sun Moon Empire.
On the other hand, staying here and peacefully becoming prisoners would let them live.
Scenes from this tournament flashed before their eyes, and many teams made the choice that best preserved their lives.
They simply could not see any hope of successfully resisting.
Of course, there were also those unafraid of death who charged out.
The Shrek Team, the royal families of the Douluo Three Kingdoms, and teams from four sects broke through the encirclement.
Su Ming made no attempt to stop any of those teams from returning.
Ju Zi did not send troops after them either.
At the same time, the Body Sect remained silent.
Thus, all eight teams that had broken out rejoiced, believing they had made the right choice.
As for the more than four hundred teams left behind in the Great Soul Arena, every one of them felt somewhat regretful.
If only they had