Moments later, the already badly wounded Holy God lay on the ground, utterly despondent.
Collapsed on the ground, his gaze unfocused.
Facing the crowd's beating, he had no power to fight back at all. He could only clench his fists in secret, enduring and holding back for an eruption.
"This brat still dares clench his fists? Brothers, beat him! Damn it, look how spoiled he's been!"
Someone with sharp eyes spotted Holy God's movement immediately and shouted.
What followed was another round of punches and kicks.
Once they were done.
"Is it really okay for us to beat him like this?"
"What damn problem could there be? He came looking for me in my universe. It's already generous enough that I didn't go looking for him."
"There are so many of us. What the hell are we afraid of? At worst, we declare war on his universe. I refuse to believe their universe can beat our alliance."
"The Supreme One has no objections, so there definitely won't be any problem."
"When this Lin Zhou gets eliminated, I'm going to go kick him too. That brat is the real bad luck."
"Yeah. Lin Zhou is no better than Holy God, not a good thing either. I've disliked him for a long time."
"Have you forgotten that he might become that person's disciple?"
"Huh? What? The wind was a little loud just now, I didn't hear clearly. By the way, this Lin Zhou truly cuts a dashing figure, an unrivaled prodigy of the current generation."
"Indeed, indeed. One look tells you he'll be far more formidable than the likes of us. Being his stepping stone would simply be an honor."
In the elimination zone, the shift in conversation was somewhat swift, but that was no big deal.
A cheerful and harmonious atmosphere