Crown

Crown

Shanhe Tianyue spoke, proactively walking up to Zhou Leng and relinquishing his blood moon.

Huang Jinli also cheerfully relinquished hers.

The blood moons above both of their heads flew toward Zhou Leng.

A giant frowned and said, "Regardless of whether he is a giant or not, since he entered here, he should follow the rules. I can give him my blood moon, but the prerequisite is that he defeats me! Zhou Leng, come on!"

Everyone took a look and saw that it was Wanlin Songmu, a former genius of the Wanlin Tribe who, due to injury and illness, had long failed to advance to the Lower Realm and wanted to turn things around through this Ten Emperors Battle.

That Wanlin Songmu let out a low roar, his back making a rattling sound as strip-like bones shot outward from his shoulder blades, continuously extending and intertwining on the surface of his body to form massive skeletal armor.

Shanhe Tianyue looked toward Zhou Leng and said, "To prevent greater losses for the giants, use a bit more force with this punch and end it early."

Wanlin Songmu thought he was speaking to himself and said, "Rest assured, I will resolve him as quickly as possible."

After speaking, his body suddenly accelerated and slammed toward Zhou Leng.

Shanhe Tianyue spoke as he watched.

"I mean----"

The two clashed fist-to-fist, layers of white vapor vibrating.

"It doesn't matter if you, Wanlin Songmu, get hurt----"

Wanlin Songmu vomited blood and flew backward.

"----Just don't drag us down into getting injured----"

Wanlin Songmu crashed onto the ground, kicking his legs against the earth and unable to get up no matter what.

The blood moon above his head rapidly flew toward Zhou Leng.

Shanhe Tianyue finished his sentence: "If all of us get injured, it will