Dao Wushuang spread his hands. "I'm done explaining. Go ahead and guess; think whatever you like."
The Nether Son wasn't buying it. "That's just admitting it in a roundabout way."
Dao Wushuang: (??д??)
The woman looked at Dao Wushuang and said, "It seems I'm not the only trial in this battle."
She looked toward the far end of the continent. "Things have calmed down over there, but there should have been a trial there too. Heh. I have to say, whoever laid this out deserves to die. They're working you all to death."
For the first time, she let out a cold laugh, full of scorn.
Hearing her words, the living beings of both worlds fell silent. She was right: this setup was just tormenting them.
One trial would have been enough, but instead they kept coming one after another, each more dangerous than the last. What did they take the combatants for?
The worst part was how powerful the trials were! They could kill you in an instant!
Even the living beings of the High-Level Heavenly Vault were speechless.
They wanted to win, not take trials. At this rate, forget winning—they'd end up becoming buddies halfway through the fight!
Hua Tianqi and Gu Wuliang were perfect examples. They were still sitting there with their arms around each other's shoulders, drinking and eating meat. They'd gotten close way too fast.
But who could say anything?
They were just Chess Pieces. Chess Pieces had no right to speak.
Perhaps those great figures had other ideas.
They could only console themselves with that thought.
"You're right."
Huang Yuchuan gave her a thumbs-up. "Whoever laid this out deserves to die. I was having a nice, easy time until this guy set his sights on me. I can't shake him off. It's driving