"Hope you still have the courage to shriek when the last martial artist from the battle zone appears," someone said faintly.
"Not afraid to tell you, this time we have four seed warriors, and two more are in the last battle zone. Once they descend, your final advantage will vanish!"
The martial artists from Nether Sea maintained calm expressions, exuding a transcendent aura as if sitting contently on the fishing terrace, overlooking the martial artists from Nine States with a cold sneer.
"I advise you not to leave this platform later, otherwise you'll be jointly slaughtered by us."
"Once Dream Night Goddess and the others descend, turning it into a three-on-two situation, do you think you stand a chance?"
Faced with the provocation from Nether Sea's martial artists, although those from the Extreme West Battle Zone were not afraid, their hearts still sank.
