1725 Whitey, Kill Her

"Is he… dead?"

Some people in the audience stood up, craning their necks and staring straight into the center of the fighting pit. There, the ground had caved in. The ground of the fighting pit had been specially strengthened, so it was extremely hard to be destroyed, unless it was attacked by a Chaotic Saint.

A cloud of smoke and dust obscured everyone's view. Some experts sent out their divine sense to find out the outcome of the collision.

However, no sooner had their divine sense entered the billowing smoke than they felt their brains being pricked, causing them to wail in pain. Their faces turned red, blood spurted out of their mouths, and they covered their heads with their hands, looking extremely anguished.

That made the expressions of many change drastically. What was going on inside there?