Lang Tu stood on Arena, breathing heavily.
His five-foot-tall wolf body shrank by nearly a circle after burning Sha Qi.
The gray-brown fur was mottled by the dark red flames, and beneath the large areas of scorched black was dark red flesh.
His right paw still held the axe, but the dark red light on the axe's surface had been completely extinguished.
All that was left was a dull, old axe.
The bloody light in his dark green vertical pupils was slowly fading away, and the two dark green lights deep in his pupils became extremely weak, like an oil lamp that was about to burn out.
But he won.
The nerd who was writing was chopped into pieces, his soul was scattered, not even a trace of his soul was left behind.
He stood in the center of Arena, looking up at the slowly dissipating ink-colored fragments of light.
The two rows of sharp teeth in the gray-brown muzzle were slightly open, and he let out a hoarse laugh.
"Haha."
"Hahaha..."
"Lost again?"
"How is this possible? How can it be possible to lose again? I don't believe it, I don't believe it."
"I don't believe it either. It's impossible to lose. It's absolutely impossible to lose. Even if you kill me, I won't believe it. It must be fake. It must be fake."
"Damn it, how could we lose again? How is this possible? I don't believe it, I don't believe it."
"Alas..."
Seeing Xie Approaching the Abyss in despair, countless monks remained silent, but some monks looked in disbelief.
Lost again.
They seem to have fallen into a vicious cycle of consecutive losses, and it seems that they really can't win.
Are they Origin Continent really going to lose completely in this round?
They can't figure it out.
They dare not think about it.
On the other side, the participating monks did not speak. They just clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, but no one spoke.
They just watched and waited silently.
Wait for the referee to announce the final result, and then wait for the draw to draw the next person.
"Hahaha, I'm vulnerable. I'm really vulnerable."
"Yeah, I didn't expect to win so easily. If you ask me, Origin Continent should have surrendered earlier. This is really a very good suggestion. There is no need to keep dying like this, right?"
"I also feel that if we surrender earlier, if we continue like this, Origin Continent will die cleanly."
"Oh, it's obviously a nice thing to say, and it's obviously a very good suggestion, but if you say it, you will definitely get scolded, and people just won't listen."
Chaos Ancient Clan This way.
Chaos Ancient Clan's strong competitors were all ridiculing.
They won another game.
Origin Continent's defeat has been decided.
Those guys are still stubbornly resisting. They are simply a bunch of fools.
You've already become like this, why are you still resisting?
I don't know, they don't know at all.
A bunch of weaklings.
The hardest thing in the whole body is only the mouth.
"I won, why hasn't the referee announced it yet?"
On Arena, Lang Tu, who had waited for a long time but did not wait for the referee to announce, was a little confused for a while.
Even though he has won, why hasn't the referee made any move yet?
It shouldn't be.
Could it be that the referee is busy and is not paying attention to this side at the moment?
After thinking about it, Lang Tu still felt that his idea was more reasonable.
It's possible that the referee hasn't paid attention yet.
Just wait a little longer.
Just wait a little longer.
"What the hell?"
Lang Tu just wanted to wait, but...
In the dissipated ink-colored light above Arena, two extremely tiny light spots suddenly appeared.
The two light spots were only the size of rice grains, and were completely ink-colored, almost invisible under sunlight.
They are suspended in mid-air above Lang Tu's head, slowly rotating, gradually becoming larger, brighter, and clearer as they rotate.
Those are two words.
"Rejuvenation!"