As time passed, the battlefield shrank smaller and smaller until the final circle had arrived.
All the competitors were Immortals, and there were as many as twenty thousand participants. Excluding those eliminated and the unlucky ones, nearly ten thousand remained. This made the final circle extremely lively.
The ground, littered with huge boulders, echoed with gunfire, punctuated by occasional explosions. Careful listeners could also hear many people's wails and curses.
Hiding at the very edge, Chen Jiuge said confidently, "As long as we hide for a while and let them fight it out, the ultimate victory will definitely be ours."
"Junior Brother, this isn't very manly. We should just go out and fight," Wudao Tian said, shaking his head with a rocket launcher in one hand and an AK-47 in the other.
Wen Ruo remarked, "Actually, I think Junior Brother's idea is good; there are too many people now."
