"You can place bets, but only with your own money."
At that moment, a woman spoke up.
"Of course. We know our limits."
The group of youths waved their hands casually and began placing their bets.
Among those present, only Zhuge Yunyu looked at the frail man with worry on her face, and beneath that worry was a trace of sorrow.
That man was a member of the Human Race.
Since most races in Starry Tower liked to assume Human Race appearances, those youngsters could not tell the difference.
But how could she fail to recognize him?
How despairing, how heartbroken must that man have been at this moment?
This was the predicament currently faced by the Human Race.
Ye Lin merely glanced over, then casually placed a bet of one hundred thousand low-grade immortal stones on the man.
Liu Yun, standing beside him, was greatly surprised by the sight.
"Fellow Daoist, the odds on that man against the Purple-Armored Race have reached an astonishing one to one thousand."
Liu Yun could not help but mourn for Ye Lin. This time, he would probably lose terribly. Those one hundred thousand low-grade immortal stones were likely going down the drain.
At odds of one to one thousand, if he won, Ye Lin could receive a thousand times his wager—one thousand times one hundred thousand immortal stones, or one hundred million low-grade immortal stones, one million mid-grade immortal stones.
But how could such money be so easily won? Odds of one to one thousand meant that nearly every living being favored the Purple-Armored Race contestant.
This time, Ye Lin would probably lose everything.
After the one hundred thousand low-grade immortal stones were placed, the odds fluctuated for a while before finally settling at one to seven hundred.
Even so, if he won,