As Graton fell, he swallowed Zede's entire right arm, temporarily sealing the concept of his right arm and preventing it from regenerating in the battles to come.
Even though he admired Zede, he absolutely could not let Zede win this confrontation.
The battle between the two had just come to an end when an even more powerful pressure swept over the arena. Soft, flesh-like membranes instantly covered the ground that had originally been littered with corpses.
The entire arena was filled with dense Blood Mist, and every breath tasted of blood.
A "field" generated through the secret art of blood plague spread over the area, covering the grayness and suppressing the concept of nothingness.
At the same time, more than a dozen slender arms suddenly condensed from the Blood Mist before Zede.
Using their palms, fingertips, the backs of their hands, and straight punches, they struck the various "blood points" on Zede's body.
Zede had just completed an intense battle with Graton and had not yet had time to recover. After being struck more than ten times in succession, he was sent flying straight toward the edge of the arena and crashed headfirst into the wall.
Amid the Blood Mist,
Enwei, who had been given the name of envy, floated out half a meter above the ground. The posture he revealed actually emanated wisps of divinity that did not belong to the Old World.
The moment Ater, who was watching the battle, saw this posture, he immediately became interested.
"I knew this guy seemed a little different... What a pity, William. Your friend is too powerful and won the first match~ Otherwise, I definitely would have gone all out to have a good play with Marquis Enwei this round. What a pity~ What a pity!"
"Envy, Blood Brain, the king's