"One day from now, the third battle will take place."
As those words fell, Origin Continent's side sank into dead silence.
To lose two battles in a row right from the start left the other cultivators feeling deeply dejected.
Though they were all top-tier prodigies, and though their mindsets would not be easily swayed, at this moment, their resolve still inevitably wavered.
These two battles had shaken them, leaving them unable to keep themselves together any longer.
They lowered their heads and said nothing.
The confidence and relaxed atmosphere from the beginning were completely gone.
At this moment, none of them dared guarantee that they would win if they went up.
Their confidence had been utterly shattered.
"This is troublesome."
In the void, a great power frowned slightly.
On one side was the Chaos Ancient Clan, cheering constantly, brimming with confidence as they chatted, bragged, and laughed with ease.
On the other were Origin Continent's monstrous prodigies, each with their heads lowered and their mouths shut, the atmosphere incomparably heavy and oppressive.
The atmosphere around the two lineups could not have been more polar opposite.
If this continued, those people's mindsets would be affected.
The other great powers also keenly noticed the change. One after another, they narrowed their eyes, no one knowing what they were thinking.
"They urgently need a victory."
"If they lose another battle, it will truly become troublesome."
A great power spoke with a grave expression.
Those youngsters desperately needed a victory.
If they lost another round, their mindsets would definitely suffer a heavy blow.
Then, the vicious cycle would continue without end.
At that point, things would truly be hard to say.
But...
Could they really win?
No one had a definite answer, and no one dared make any guarantees.
"The drawing for the next