In this battle, Jiang Yingrou died.
Origin Continent loses another game.
Panshi looked around and finally turned and left.
Although he seemed to have nothing serious on the surface, he was the only one who knew that after returning this time, he would be in seclusion.
"Lost."
In the stands, all the monks from the Origin Continent had dull eyes.
They did not expect that they would lose this battle again.
I started losing again.
Moreover, there is no hope of a comeback.
Is this first round of war really going to keep losing?
"Damn it, we started losing again. If we continue like this, we will really lose in the first round."
"If you lose once, you will lose a big state. If you continue to lose like this, half of the Origin Continent will be lost."
"We can still win, we can still win, we haven't lost yet, we haven't lost completely yet, believe them, calm down brothers, show your momentum, we haven't lost yet."
"Alas..."
"It's impossible to lose. We haven't lost yet, right? It's impossible to lose. If we wait a little longer, we will win. We will definitely win later."
Other monks spoke one after another.
Although the current situation is extremely unfriendly to them, there are still monks who believe they will win.
Will definitely win.
These things now are only temporary.
"It's okay, just win the next game and it'll be fine."
"That's right, just win the next game and it will be fine. Fellow Daoists, don't be discouraged."
"I hope it's me next. I can't wait to go up and fight. I want to kill the opponent."
"Me too."
The location of the contestants.
The remaining players have no fear, no sorrow, no fear, no fear.
All they have is anger.
I can't wait to rush over now and kill all the remaining strong men in the Chaos Ancient Clan.
At this moment, no fear, no sorrow, no fear are of any use.
Next, you can only use hard power to kill the opponent.
"I have a hunch that I will be next. Fellow Daoists, please look at me and see how I kill the other person."
A young man with red hair smiled and spoke.
"It should be me. Let me go first. I can't hold it in anymore and I'm so angry."
Another monk spoke immediately.
As they chatted, the fighting spirit between them became more intense.
This kind of atmosphere is a very good atmosphere.
"Is this the strong man?"
"There's still something missing."
Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the boulder and shook his head gently.
Too weak.
Regardless of whether it was Jiang Yingrou or the Rock, or the monks who had gone up to Arena before, they were still too weak for him, terrifyingly weak.
Is this the strong one?
This is not because he is flattering himself, but because he is really weak.
When will it be your turn?
He also wants to return directly to the Origin Continent after finishing the fight now.
Stay here and waste his time.
He has to rush back to practice.
Watching these weaklings fight has no effect on him at all and is only a waste of time.
This lottery is so fake.
It's not even my turn yet.
"Swords are not for you to play with..."
"Well done, we won again and started a winning streak. Now let's see how Origin Continent will comeback. Will they risk their lives to comeback?"
"Hahaha, cool. We have won this round. So, why don't you go over and tell the remaining people to stop fighting. Fighting will only increase casualties and is meaningless. Otherwise, it will be bad if they all die by then."
"I won't go, I'm afraid of being beaten to death by a group of them."