512 to 991?
The winning odds had increased quite a bit!
Flender: "Uh, 712?"
"Didn't win. Above: Great Strength Gorilla prostate."
More than a dozen people went by.
By the time it reached Tang Hao, the range had narrowed to 945–948.
Two numbers, a fifty percent chance of winning.
Tang Hao's face turned green!
He glared furiously at Qin Ming, who had gone before him. Are you sure you didn't do that on purpose?
Under the gaze of a Title Douluo, Qin Ming felt immense pressure.
"Ah!!!"
Tang Hao clutched his head and dropped to one knee, painfully entering vibration mode.
"In my competition, you still dare threaten a contestant?" Di yihong said displeasedly. "Do it again, and you'll be eliminated directly."
Only after Tang Hao nodded with difficulty did Bird in a Cage deactivate.
"Enough wasting time. 946 or 947?" Di yihong asked impatiently.
Tang San looked over nervously.
Only two numbers remained. The final "lucky one" would be either Tang Hao or himself. Of course, he cared the most.
"God of Emotion Huo Yuhao": Hahaha! The luck of this Little Wretch father and son pair is ridiculously bad. They got eliminated first even without any rigging?
"Angel Qian Renxue": They're just petty villains. How could they possibly possess great fortune? Without schemes and trickery, they're useless.
"Nine-Colored Ning Rongrong": I'm really looking forward to seeing who wins.
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": Whether it's Ri Tian or Little Wretch, I'll be happy either way!
"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": Looking forward to it, looking forward to it!
After a brief decision, Tang Hao steeled himself—
"947!"
"Bingo!"
Di yihong's sound effect scared Tang Hao so badly that his heart seemed to skip several beats!
He really got it?
"Congratulations, you guessed wrong." Di yihong grinned.
Tang Hao let out a