No!
I don't want to!
I don't want to die!
Finally realizing that his life was under threat, Fan Yaotian finally panicked.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Fan Yaotian's eyes widened and his mouth opened, ready to shout the three words, "I concede!"
But at that moment, a faint ripple came through, followed by a cold snort exploding beside Fan Yaotian's ear like thunder.
"You brat, what are you trying to do? What are you dawdling for? Why haven't you used what I gave you yet?"
While Fan Yaotian wore a terrified expression, above the battle space's void viewing platform, on the Devil Race higher-ups' side.
Seeing this, Mo Yuan cast an indifferent glance at a Devil Race Sovereign beside him and calmly asked, "Was this your prepared method?"
That Devil Race Sovereign was drenched in cold sweat. From Lord Mo Yuan's tone, he had already heard the anger within it.
In truth, this Devil Race Sovereign was also cursing Fan Yaotian viciously in his heart.
"Damn it, what exactly is Fan Yaotian doing? He knows Yan Yang possesses that kind of strength, so why is he still using this garbage to deal with him?"
"He's unbelievably stupid. Why isn't he using what I gave him?"
"Is there something wrong with his brain?"
"Damn it! If I'd known, even if it caused dissatisfaction on the human side, I should have replaced him with someone reliable!"
This Devil Race Sovereign was deeply frustrated. He had thought that by offering this plan and killing the human Yan Yang on the arena, Lord Mo Yuan would not pursue his responsibility too harshly.
He had even directly handed one of his decent little trinkets to Fan Yaotian for this purpose.
Originally, this Devil Race Sovereign had believed that with that little trinket of his,