"Heh!" Just then, a cold laugh suddenly rang out from the high platform.
The main god Oke Degu and the Dwarf main god's group were all stunned, then discovered that the cold laugh had come from the God of Undeath.
At once, Oke Degu and the Dwarf main god exchanged a glance, even more certain of the guess they had just made.
"God of Undeath, what were you laughing at just now?" The Dwarf main god's eyes flickered as he probed the God of Undeath with a question.
But the God of Undeath naturally would not answer directly.
Earlier, Oke Degu and the Dwarf main god had pressed him like that, so he naturally wanted to let them taste the painful feeling of worry in their hearts yet being unable to grasp the true reason.
"Dwarf main god, Main God Oke Degu, I can only tell you that this Nalant of yours is dead for certain. Today, our Dark Clan will have two slots successfully advance into the semifinals!"
"That damned fellow, he's actually so smug!" When the Dwarf main god heard this, he was so angry his beard bristled and his eyes bulged.
Main God Oke Degu also frowned tightly, but he had no solution at all.
And at this moment, quite a bit of commotion suddenly came from the spectator seats. It turned out that the gods had also noticed something was not quite right.
It was not that their perception could rival that of the main gods, but that the Nether Spider had already been dead for a full half minute now.
Under normal circumstances, the arena's protective barrier should have disappeared long ago, yet that barrier was still perfectly intact.
"What's going on? Why hasn't the arena's protective barrier disappeared? Logically speaking, the battle is already