A high priest with skulls hanging around his neck and a bone staff in his hand said as he calculated, "There is no one below the third rank in China who can fight against the Emperor's son."

In the center of the tent, a demon with twin horns sitting on the Demon God's Chair sneered, "What a waste of time! I'll fight! We can't lose this battle!"

With the high priest's deduction, the demon giant who spoke at the beginning became more confident that the emperor's son would go into battle.

If the high priest had not made an accurate deduction, he would never have allowed this second-generation rich man with an incredibly powerful background to fight.

The Great Wall of the Human Race, the General’s Mansion.

"We've fallen into a trap!"

"No wonder those Level 7 and Level 6 fighters were defeated after a short fight. It turns out that Level 5 and Level 4 were well prepared!"

"They want to kill two birds with one stone. Not only do they want to take our Chinese territory, but they also want to get rid of our Chinese genius!"

However, it was obviously too late to realize this now.

They had no time to feel heartbroken or regretful, as the final battle was about to begin. This battle was crucial to the outcome of the gamble.

The square-faced man with a steady aura like a mountain frowned, "We must win this final battle no matter what!"

"But...who should we send?"

It’s not that there are no strong people below the third level in China, but there is no strong person who is leading and unique. Moreover, the two geniuses of the fifth and fourth levels sent out before were both targeted.

For a moment, the atmosphere was deadlocked.

"Call all qualified candidates below level three here and we will select them ourselves!" Li Chungang, who had been silent all this time, spoke up.