The surrounding orcs looked at the not-so-distant Serra Tribe with complex expressions. It was indeed bad luck, within one day, the clan leader's two sons were both beaten by the same orc, and each one was more pitiful than the last.
The Divine Tree Clan's person on the high platform walked down, looked at Mo Zhu emotionlessly, and said indifferently, "Can you still stand up?"
"..."
"If you can't stand, it means you've lost."
"..."
The Divine Tree Clan's person nodded and announced loudly, "The competition ends, Xiu Yan of Watson Tribe wins."
Xiu Yan step forward without taking another look at Mo Zhu on the ground, heading towards Ji Nuan.
"Brother Xiu Yan, you really, I don't think Mo Zhu's injuries will recover anytime soon." Ji Nuan was very pleased with the calamity, after all, this guy was the blood brother of the female Mo Na.