"Ashura Purgatory, what does it mean?" Beichen Ying actually guessed something, but he didn't dare to think too deeply about it... because if that idea was true, it would be too despairing.
"Actually, you've already guessed it." Nangong Liuyun sighed slowly.
"No, that's not true!" Beichen Ying frightened and sat down on the ground, his voice trembling: "Is it really a round-robin battle?"
Zi Yan noticed that their expressions were not good, and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
Su Luo looked at her gloomily: "What Shura Purgatory means is that Luo Haochen and his team lost in the first group, so the two surviving members of the other team will join the second group, and so on..."
Zi Yan's face turned pale instantly, and the hand that was clutching Su Luo's sleeve trembled a little. "What you mean is that if Li Yaoyao and the others die, then when we go on stage, we'll have to face six, six, six strong men?!"
Su Luo nodded sadly: "Nangong and I are the last ones."
What she didn't say was that if the first six people all failed, then the two of them would have to face eight strong men.
Moreover, the six strong men in front are clearly above level nine, and the strong men at the end who have not yet taken action are all above level ten. Even in a one-on-one fight, Nangong Liuyun would have a hard time, let alone if they all rushed forward together.
"What should we do?" Zi Yan said anxiously, "Why don't we just compete in groups one by one? Shouldn't we just rush in all at once?"
Su Luo looked at Li Yaoyao, who was running around like a headless fly, speechlessly: "If it had been before, it would have been fine, but the Lord of the Ninth Floor set the rules and then broke them..."
If the Lord of the Ninth Palace gets angry, they will all be wiped out.
Just a thought from him could wipe out their entire army.
Zi Yan realized that it was useless to be anxious, so she turned her attention to the stage.
At this time, Situ Ming had already heard the conversation between Su Luo and the others, but these conversations made his heart sink little by little, and finally fell into the abyss.
"Second Brother..." Li Yaoyao was so anxious that she almost cried when she saw the four strong men gathering towards them.
Situ Ming was also anxious. He could barely hold back two strong men, but four...
"Second Brother, please find a solution quickly, quickly!" Li Yaoyao was about to collapse.
Situ Ming closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, there was a look of determination in his eyes.
Situ Ming held Li Yaoyao's hand tightly, gazing at her deeply with deep affection in his eyes. "Yaoyao, when the battle starts, run away as fast as you can!"
"I..." Li Yaoyao thought for a moment and nodded solemnly, "Okay, I will never drag down Third Senior Brother!"
Situ Ming nodded and looked at Li Yaoyao deeply again.
At this moment, four strong men rushed forward and quickly surrounded the two men.
Four ninth-level warriors, and they are also powerful warriors. How terrifying would their fists be?
The four of them raised their fists at the same time!
The air made a sizzling sound due to friction.
Li Yaoyao was so frightened that her face turned pale. She subconsciously crouched down, and then all her fists went towards Situ Ming!
Originally, he only had to deal with two people, but now four shining fists were smashing towards Situ Ming, and suddenly, the pressure on him suddenly increased!
"Frost magic!" Situ Ming shouted, and covered himself with a thick layer of frost at the critical moment.
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