839 Torture Fest

"Take a look, after the great elders of the four clans awakened, they are stamping with fury like a group of clowns."

"These gods are the direct descendants of the clans and have precious status, even in these dire straits. If it was you, would you seal their cultivation and throw them in the colosseum among a group of beasts?"

"I wouldn't dare. Why would I want to attract their hatred?"

Li Yunmu demonically smiled and hugged Brunhilda even tighter. When seen from the back, the two of them sitting on the hammer looked like they had been glued together.

Everyone in the spectator stand saw that the situation of the three young masters and four great elders was becoming increasingly more desperate as the battle continued and began to panic in their heart, but no one dared to utter any sound.