Qin Feng.
An Immortal Lord at Great Perfection of the Saint Realm, among the Immortal Lords participating in this Immortal-Demon Life-Death Arena, he had absolutely been a first-rate expert.
Yet in the span of moments, he had been slaughtered!
That bloody scene was like a heavy hammer smashing fiercely into the hearts of everyone in the Immortal Realm camp.
Some grieved bitterly.
Some felt weighed down.
The very first battle had ended in defeat. Without question, it was a crushing blow.
"Still dreaming of taking my head? You overestimated yourself!"
Jin Zhong's wild and unrestrained laughter rang out from the battlefield.
"The Immortal Lords sent out by the Immortal Realm camp are getting more and more useless."
A Demon King shook his head repeatedly, seeming greatly disappointed.
"They truly are pathetic."
Yin Beiwu frowned. "I joined this Immortal-Demon Life-Death Arena thinking I might encounter some worthy opponents. But looking at things now, I can barely be bothered to fight in person."
He appeared exceedingly arrogant and aloof, making no effort to hide the disdain and disappointment in his heart.
"Jin Zhong, do you wish to withdraw and rest for a while?"
Yin Xiaotian asked.
According to the rules of the Immortal-Demon Life-Death Arena, a victor could choose to temporarily withdraw and await the next round of battle.
Likewise, they could choose to continue fighting.
Without a moment's hesitation, Jin Zhong said, "No need. I haven't had my fill yet!"
As he spoke, he cast a provocative glance toward the Cloud Loom Immortal Platform. "Who's the second one to fight? Get your ass out here!"
His words brimmed with humiliation.
The eyes of the Immortal Realm camp all turned toward a man clad in bronze armor and gripping a battle spear.
Wu Hengtong!
An elder Immortal Lord, he possessed formidable strength,