Rather than muddle along and be mocked by others, it was better to admit defeat cleanly and leave with pride!
When the sunlight of the third day began to spread across the land, Asura Arlin directly announced his surrender, leading Gibraltar's four powerhouses out of the competition!
The leaders of the three great civilizations—Troy, Gusilov, and Gusta—the berserker Kust, the bloodthirsty werewolf Warwick, and Jack the Ripper also stopped killing and headed straight for the Zerg and the Three-Eyed Protoss.
On the other side of the planet, the corpse of a Demon Beast as large as a small mountain lay on a grassland. Its four pillar-like legs were roasting over four bonfires. Ye Ci looked from one to another, his eyes gleaming as drool streamed from his mouth.
The arrival of the three great civilization powerhouses did not surprise Constantine and the others in the slightest.
"Constantine, are you satisfied with today's outcome?" Berserker Kust did not speak aloud, instead sending the question telepathically.
Constantine sighed. "The hands of fate are merciless and unfathomable. Honestly, even a week ago, I never imagined I would become this mad. But you have to admit, the results of this madness are truly exciting. Heh heh, Kust, if you were the leader for this Taotie Domain expedition, I'm afraid you would also be filled with anticipation..."
Kust's eyes widened. "Constantine, although I'm not particularly fond of your Aibute Civilization, I do have some respect for your Three-Eyed Protoss. Decisions made through your faith in the God of Prophecy might not always be entirely right, but at least they should not lead to major mistakes. Yet I've realized I thought too highly of you. Constantine, is the position of captain really so easy to hold? Arlin led everyone through ten expeditions. His grasp of the