"Just as expected, the little ancestor won. I was scared to death just now."
"Damn it, I was nearly scared to death too. If the little ancestor had really died on the arena, I wouldn't dare imagine how furious that person would be."
"Whew, at least the outcome is good now. The little ancestor is still alive."
"As long as she's alive, that's all that matters."
"Little ancestor, you truly are my little ancestor. Thank heavens you didn't die, thank heavens you didn't die."
"Long Yuan was quite strong, but unfortunately, he faced the little ancestor."
"Whew, we won this battle again. Those remaining ants of the Origin Continent should be trembling from head to toe in fear now, shouldn't they?"
"Hahaha, this is killing me."
"I just hope I won't draw one of them later. Otherwise, I'll show them what cruelty truly means."
On the Chaos Ancient Clan's side.
As they watched Zhao Leer rub her neck and walk down from the arena, the Chaos Ancient Clan experts, who had been wholly focused, quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Even the supreme experts crouching in the Void as they watched the battle visibly relaxed.
From the expressions of these Chaos Ancient Clan experts, one could well imagine just how profound Zhao Leer's backing was.
"He lost. Long Yuan died in battle. Even someone as powerful as Long Yuan died in battle—how did the Chaos Ancient Clan suddenly become so powerful again?"
"Damn it, why have we started losing consecutively again? Where is victory? I want victory! Where the hell is this victory?"
"Win! Win for me! Stop losing!"
"If this keeps going, the younger generation of our Origin Continent will truly be wiped out."
"They are weakening the living strength of our Origin Continent. Damn Chaos Ancient Clan."