The Critical Battle, Mu Xiaoling

In front of the arena's barrier platform.

The atmosphere on the red team's side was rather solemn. Lei Lou hadn't returned to this place, and no one knew where he had gone.

Not long after, Vice Dean Jiang, who was standing in midair, let out a faint voice. "Let's move on to the next match."

Everyone present felt their bodies tremble. The spectators outside the arena looked towards the red team, their gazes filled with pity.

Who would have thought that even though the two strongest people in the selection were on the same side, in the end, they would still place their hopes on a god who had just broken through to become a four-star god?

Within the team, Lin Yan heard Sullo's mumbling. Her beautiful face was filled with surprise and even her little mouth was slightly agape.

Under so much pressure and his own strength being one star lower than his opponent's, he was still able to say such words with determination.