As news of victory arrived one after another from battlefields across the West Continent, earth-shaking battles were still erupting in the Ancient Clans' strongholds hidden deep within mountains and secluded valleys.
"Boom! Boom, boom, boom!"
"Kill all these rebels! May the Empire's glory endure forever!"
"These sewer rats have plagued the West Continent for tens of thousands of years. Today is the day of reckoning!"
"Kill!"
The Empire's Demigod Tier and Legendary Tier fighters joined forces against these ancient races. An indescribable force rose and fell before crushing down upon her from all directions. It was utterly terrifying; any other Saint Tier fighter would likely have been annihilated in an instant.
Next, the box was secured onto the platform. After receiving the order, the spies hidden in the underground tunnel began digging away the soil beneath it. The platform had been placed in a highly particular position; everything had been designed in advance.
The martial arena had dedicated places for betting on the outcome of every match. Naturally, the wagers for the imminent battle between the two youths were especially popular.
"It's not that I don't like Hela. Besides, you just said this place was safe, didn't you? But how do you know it's safe? If it's so safe, then why do you want to leave?"
Many believed that Su Luo had met with an accident. Even the martial artists within the Five Wastelands Realm were beginning to stir, let alone the Demon Clan within the Five Wastelands Realm.
Although Zhang Liao was still holding on, his entire body radiated an indescribable exhaustion. Holding off Zhao Yun's attacks for an entire month was no feat an ordinary person could accomplish. Moreover, he was facing Zhang Ze's soldiers—elite troops who had gone through several wars. Only he knew the hardships involved.