There was still an hour until the gladiatorial match began.
The betting channel closed.
Thomason had been placing bets nonstop, staking as much as twenty billion Low-Grade Immortal Stones.
This sum of Immortal Stones could only count as testing the waters.
Compared with the total amount the Shadow Emperor had given Thomason, it was only one-fiftieth.
However, relying on this sum of Immortal Stones, Thomason successfully made this gladiatorial match the most eye-catching bout of the day.
A deathmatch involving a Level 180 Earth Tree Race warrior was, without question, more attractive than a deathmatch between a Level 150 Earth Tree Race warrior and a Level 150 Flame Race warrior.
But the high odds drew the eyes of countless spectators.
They also made millions of spectators place bets on the Flame Race's victory.
Compared with watching a high-level gladiatorial match, these spectators who had placed bets cared more about whether they could win.
Even the spectators who had not placed bets were more concerned with who would ultimately win this match.
As early as five or six hours before the betting channel closed, all five million tickets had sold out.
This left the person in charge of the arena somewhat regretful that he had not made the decision sooner and switched the match to the largest venue as soon as he saw the signs of momentum.
The largest venue in Zhu Lu Arena could hold over one hundred million spectators watching a gladiatorial match at the same time.
Although tickets for a gladiatorial match of this level were not expensive, averaging only two Low-Grade Immortal Stones apiece, the sheer volume alone could still bring in two hundred million Low-Grade Immortal Stones in ticket revenue.
As the betting channel closed...
The odds were finally fixed at two-to-one whether Yi Chen won