Jiang Yingrou died in this battle.
The Origin Continent lost another match.
Panshi looked around, then finally turned and left.
Although he did not seem badly hurt on the surface, only he knew that he would have to enter seclusion once he returned.
"We lost."
In the stands, the cultivators of the Origin Continent stared blankly.
They had never expected to lose this battle too.
They were starting to lose one match after another again.
And they could not even see any hope of turning things around.
Were they really going to keep losing like this throughout the first round of the war?
"Damn it, we're losing one match after another again. If this keeps up, we really will lose the first round."
"Every loss costs us a major province. If we keep losing like this, we'll lose half the Origin Continent's territory!"
"We can still win, we can still win! We haven't lost. We haven't lost completely yet. Believe in them. Stay calm, brothers. Show some fighting spirit! We haven't lost yet!"
"Ah..."
"There's no way we'll lose. We haven't lost yet, have we? There's no way we'll lose. Just wait a little longer. We'll win. We'll definitely win the matches to come."
The other cultivators spoke up one after another.
Although the situation was extremely unfavorable to them, some cultivators still believed they would win.
They would definitely win.
All of this was only temporary.
"It's fine. We just need to win the next match."
"Exactly. We just need to win the next match. Don't lose heart, fellow Daoists."
"I hope I'm next. I can't wait to get up there and fight. I'm going to kill whoever they send."
"Me too."
At the place where the contestants gathered.
The remaining contestants felt no fear, no sorrow,