The Mighty Tutan

At the center of the arena, Tutan stood proudly, a massive axe in hand.

Opposite him stood an Ascender who had suffered a few light injuries.

His name was Ke Ze. He had ascended to the Immortal Sacred Realm more than ten years ago, and his cultivation had long since been tempered to the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm.

To survive the hellish meat grinder just now, slaughter several others, and fight his way into the top five—his strength spoke for itself.

"Admit defeat yourself, or I'll separate your head from your body!" Tutan bellowed, his domineering aura striking first.

Ke Ze was deeply conflicted. He knew perfectly well that he had already been inferior to Tutan in strength, and now that his leg was lightly injured, he was even less of a match.

However, his master would not easily admit defeat. Even if he had to surrender, he needed to put up a fight first.

After all, his master was also desperate to obtain that Immortalization Pill this time.

"Brother Tutan, we're both other people's pets. You should show some understanding," Ke Ze said.

Tutan snorted coldly. "If you don't surrender, you die!"

With that, Tutan swung his massive axe in a wide arc and launched a fierce attack at Ke Ze with the force of splitting heaven and earth.

With an injured leg, Ke Ze's movements were clearly disordered and his footing unsteady. He simply rooted himself like an immovable mountain.

His spear danced with all its might, weaving a dense, powerful net that barely held back Tutan's massive axe.

Yet anyone could see that Ke Ze was holding on with great difficulty.

The spear net was shattered again and again by the massive axe. Fortunately, Ke Ze possessed considerable combat experience and could always barely retreat