Battle to the Death
Xiong Zhuangzhuang’s words sent a shockwave through the hearts of the crowd. His statement undoubtedly indicated that a decisive battle, determining life and death, was about to unfold.
Only one side would emerge victorious.
Bei Xinghan slowly unsheathed his Frost blade from his waist, its chilling aura becoming even more prominent in the dim space.
This action initially caught everyone off guard, but soon their fighting spirit ignited. How could a mere impostor hope to defeat the real deal?
It was a laughable notion.
The crowd eagerly prepared their own treasures, their gazes filled with anger and disdain towards their opponents.
Then, without knowing who made the first move, chaos erupted.
Everyone instinctively summoned their own disguised demonic creatures, resulting in a flurry of identical figures intertwining and bewildering the onlookers.