"This is fate, this is fate!"
Yu Xiong looked up to the sky and sighed deeply, his expression filled with extreme sadness.
Although the bet between Yu Qi and Hong Zhen had yet to decide a winner.
He already knew that everything had been predetermined.
In the face of Heaven's will, no matter how much the Yu Clan struggled, they couldn't change the predetermined ending!
"The Yu Clan is finished."
On the upper floor of the Gambling Stone Workshop.
Jiang Wan and the other clan prodigies witnessed this scene, their expressions complex, feeling a sense of shared sorrow.
They hailed from super tribes, possessing the bloodline of ancient sages, appearing to have prestigious identities and limitless fame.
But to the will of Heaven.
Even their ancestors were nothing more than ants easily crushed!
And the contest over fortune, seemingly calm and uneventful.
Was in truth extremely perilous, often killing without spilling blood!
