The Shrek Seven Devils stood amid the wreckage.
Dai Mubai's back had been raked by the dying counterattack of a death warrior, leaving several bone-deep wounds. Blood had dyed most of his back red. Bracing himself on his knees, he panted heavily. His White Tiger Martial Soul possession had already been released, and his face was pale from blood loss and Soul Power exhaustion.
A long tearing wound ran along Zhu Zhuqing's left arm, its flesh split open.
Ma Hongjun had consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power. His chubby face was covered in sweat and soot as he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.
Xiao Wu's face was pale. Her repeated use of teleportation and the Waist Bow, especially kicking away that first human ball, had placed no small burden on her.
Ning Rongrong's Soul Power was nearly depleted. Supported by Oscar, her body was still trembling faintly.
Oscar himself looked green around the gills. The life-and-death moment just now and the battle that followed had kept his nerves taut the entire time.
Tang San slowly withdrew his Eight Spider Lances and Clear Sky Hammer. His face was equally pale. The Purple Demon Eye had closed, and clarity returned to his gaze, but that chill had not entirely faded.
He swept his eyes over his companions. Only when he saw that everyone was still alive, wounded but free of mortal danger, did a trace of relief flicker deep in his eyes.
Almost the instant the referee announced the result, Han Yuchen appeared on the arena.
He moved so fast that only a faint blue afterimage remained where he had stood.
He did not spare the corpses, pus, or wreckage a single glance, as though they were nothing more than irrelevant scenery. He walked straight to Dai Mubai's back.