The third round of the tournament began.
Once the card draws and lot draws ended, cries of despair rang out everywhere, but time would not stop for their cruel fate.
The scenery soon began to change.
A battlefield formed from multiple hash-shaped grids appeared.
The battlefield had countless zones and corners, with a complex, three-dimensional layout.
If the Heroes could make good use of the terrain, they might actually have a chance to escape the Demon Kings, even if they could not defeat them.
Sword Warriors, Shield Warriors, Axe Heroes, Magic Heroes, Priest Heroes, Formation Warriors, Archer Warriors...
After a wave of dizziness... warriors of many different classes were teleported onto the battlefield and assigned to different positions.
Twenty-three Demon Kings descended onto the battlefield as well.
There were no differences between Demon Kings, nor any division into classes, but they were proficient in summoning, magic, physical combat, ranged attacks, healing, mental abilities...
All their skills had cooldowns, but they had enormous ranges and dealt tremendous damage.
The vast battlefield was divided into a plaza zone, an enormous plain, followed by a series of hash-shaped grid zones.
Within the grid zones, crossroads appeared at regular intervals, forcing them to choose.
This was Area Four.
Right now, Zheng Zai, who had become a Shield Warrior, was in a bind.
Thirty-five warriors stood beside him, but their class composition was unbalanced.
There were seven Sword Warriors and nineteen Priest Heroes-the healers! Yet there were only three Shield Warriors in total.
The rest were all Archer Warriors.
This lineup definitely could not fight a Demon King. They had too few Shield Warriors. Even if all nineteen Priest Heroes worked together, healing output could not replace defensive strength.
Zheng Zai was stumped.
All the other warriors were stumped too... they faced a