At that moment, the two sides were fighting in the arena with raging intensity, right at the fiercest point.
"Beat him to death! Beat these ants to death!"
"Haha, these ants are about to lose!"
"Come on! Hold on, you absolutely can't lose! Beat these damned Dark Demon Gods to death!"
"That's right, come on! Beat these evil Demon Gods to death! You have to hold on!"
Before he had even taken his seat, Nalant heard wave after wave of shouts and cheers all around him.
Some were cheering for the Dark Demon Gods—the demons and the Dark Demon Gods—while other races were cheering for the humans.
And from the words of both sides, one could also see that the hostility between the two races was extremely strong.
However, the shouting of the spectators on both sides clearly could not influence the progress of the battle in the gladiatorial arena.
The Dark Demon Gods in the arena were very strong and had clearly gained the upper hand, while the humans were no match for them, pressed down and beaten by the Dark Demon Gods.
Before long, as the humans' divine power gradually ran dry, they finally could no longer hold on.
The faces of the human fighters turned pale. When one god saw the Dark Demon God slash a blade beam toward them, he immediately shouted, "We surrender!"
Unfortunately, that Dark Demon God did not listen to him at all. With a savage grin, he raised his long blade high and directly slashed out a blade beam.
With a swish, the blade beam appeared, then cleaved straight toward that god.
With a puff, that god was struck without suspense. A huge blade wound appeared directly across his chest, and then, with a miserable scream, the god fell and never made