Inside the private room, Zhu Zhuqing and the others had already turned their faces away, unable to bear looking at the devastated arena any longer.
Ning Rongrong leaned against Su Yu's chest, her taut body relaxing a little, her voice low:
"Is it over?"
"Yes, it's over."
Su Yu patted her back, his gaze sweeping over the black figure standing beside the corpse below, his eyes calm and unruffled.
"Next comes the fight between humans and beasts. If you don't want to watch, we can leave now!"
Ning Rongrong fell silent for a moment. She said nothing, merely tightening her arms around Su Yu's waist and burying her face in his chest.
In the Beast Arena, the Ghost Tiger was tearing at the Sky-Splitting Mad Lion's flesh with its head lowered.
Scarlet liquid dripped from the corners of its mouth, and the thick stench of blood spread through the surrounding air.
The cheers from the stands rose higher and higher. Perhaps that frenzied clamor had disturbed it.
The Ghost Tiger suddenly raised its head. A strange, savage gleam flashed through its dark green eyes as it fixed its gaze on the spectators cheering and leaping beside the arena.
That gaze was bone-chillingly cold, as though it meant to pierce through every one of these humans who treated its desperate battles as entertainment.
Having just devoured the Sky-Splitting Mad Lion's flesh, the Ghost Tiger rapidly regained its stamina, and its Soul Power, previously depleted by hunger, gradually replenished as well.
Its wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its muscles bulged once more.
Suddenly, two blazing bursts of fierce green light erupted from the Ghost Tiger's eyes!
Immediately afterward, dense black Soul Power rose around its body, like an eerie spectral glow!
Then the Ghost Tiger charged