"Reporting to Lord Mo Yuan, we've found the cause!"
The Devil Race Supreme Master had quickly gotten to the bottom of the problem.
But after learning what had happened, his expression was far from pleasant.
"Speak!" Mo Yuan said coldly, a trace of murderous intent in his voice.
The Devil Race Supreme Master shuddered and gritted his teeth. "Someone interfered with the supercomputer. We don't know who, but that human contestant, Yan Yang, is no longer under our control. And because of the interference, it seems... it even selected some special opponents for that human, Yan Yang!"
"Special opponents?"
Mo Yuan spoke again. His voice seemed calm, but the other Supreme Masters of the Devil Race could all feel the boundless killing intent beneath that calm.
"Th-they're some relatively weak Devil Race members at the tenth level of the Nirvana Realm!"
Feeling Mo Yuan's mood, the Devil Race Supreme Master stammered, his face filled with panic.
At that moment, this Devil Race Supreme Master—an existence who seemed utterly supreme to others—looked like a helpless weakling, his expression full of terror and dread.
When faced with life and death,
even a lofty Supreme Master was no different from an ordinary person!
"Heh. Relatively weak tenth-level Nirvana Realm cultivators?" Mo Yuan gave a soft laugh. "The Human Race certainly has some tricks!"
That quiet laugh made the Devil Race Supreme Master's heart leap again. He hurriedly said, "Rest assured, Lord Mo Yuan. Although the Human Race used a trick, we can still exert some control over the supercomputer. This won't happen again. It's just that..."
He trailed off, his face full of helplessness and alarm.
But he didn't need to say more. Mo Yuan already knew what he was about to tell him.
At that moment, on one of the arenas in