"It's over..."
Lin Ye mechanically murmured those words, his eyes hollow, filled with bewilderment and resentment, as though this cruel reality had stripped away his very soul.
Like a puppet struck by an Immobility Curse, he stood rooted to the spot, unable to recover from this nightmarish outcome.
"How is this possible..."
His eyes widened until his eyeballs seemed ready to pop out of their sockets, his face hideously contorted.
Shock, fury, and disbelief tangled in his expression. Like a wounded beast, he stared fixedly at Xiao Qian lying on the ground, with Nalan Yanran guarding him closely.
Countless sharp claws seemed to rake through his heart. He simply could not understand how things had come to this.
"How could I have lost..."
Lin Ye stared blankly at his slightly trembling hands, as though they had betrayed him and were no longer part of his body.
His face was as pale as paper, utterly bloodless. All vitality seemed to have drained from him, leaving him dejected and forlorn, without a trace of his former high spirits.
He had thought victory was firmly in his grasp, eagerly anticipating becoming the foremost member of the Imperial Capital's younger generation in everyone's eyes and cementing his revered standing in the Misty Cloud Sect and throughout the Imperial Capital.
Yet cruel reality had fallen like a heavy hammer, smashing his beautiful dream to pieces. Such a tremendous reversal had pushed his mind to the brink of collapse.
"According to the rules, the first team to slay two Magic Beasts wins. That means the final champions have now been decided."
Gu He slowly rose, a pleased smile on his face.
His gaze swept calmly over his surroundings. Looking at the expectant eyes below the stands, he was about to announce the result in a ringing