When the sun rose the next day, Huo Yuhao led the members of the Di'ao Second Team to the arena.
The eight teams had already gathered, and aside from those three teams destined for elimination, everyone wore a solemn expression.
The scope of the drawing was getting smaller and smaller, which meant a higher chance of running into each other ahead of time.
Next, it all depended on whose luck was good enough to draw one of those three weak teams.
"Yu Mengdi went back early." Jiang Peng sighed.
Then Jiang Peng reluctantly made the dark-faced Zhang Hong wash his hands for him using his Waterfall Martial Soul.
Huo Yuhao no longer used the Waterfall Martial Soul to wash his hands, nor did he make Nan Qiuqiu wash hers with Annihilation Power.
He had already decided that no matter who the opponent drawn today was, he would take the field himself.
As the eight team captains finished drawing lots, the referee quickly announced the results of the quarter-final elimination matches.
The Di'ao Second Team would battle the Star Luo National Academy Team.
Jiang Peng looked at Zhang Hong with an incredulous gaze. "Is your waterfall of the light or Divinity attribute?"
Not just Jiang Peng, but even Ma Rulong and Ma Xiaotao looked at their own hands thoughtfully.
Could it be... that this actually worked?
With a full three weak teams, the Di'ao First Team that washed their hands this time actually surpassed the normally very lucky Second Team?
Ma Xiaotao silently resolved to use her own Phoenix Fire to wash her hands when the semi-finals arrived.
Because of the evil soul attack a few days prior, the spectators in the arena were still discussing the matter at this moment.
"Did you hear? The White Tiger Duke's second young master