The morale in the human camp was high, while the demon clan, apart from the Blue Tiger, was dejected and had lost all confidence.
"I will avenge you all!"
The Blue Tiger stood on the ring, glaring at the human side, hurling insults and calling out Yu Wenhe by name to come up and face his death.
Yu Wenhe was not afraid. He shook his head and flew onto the ring with a cold smile. Without much conversation, the two immediately engaged in a fierce battle.
To his surprise, the Blue Tiger's strength was even greater than the previous two opponents.
Although Yu Wenhe was not weak, he was still a notch below the Blue Tiger. He fought with all his might and used divine skills, but after more than ten rounds, he was struck by a powerful palm that made him spit blood and fly off the ring.
With a cold laugh, the Blue Tiger pursued him, grabbing a Golden Phoenix Wing Mace and swung it at Yu Wenhe's head.
