Drip… Drip… Drip…
The blood trickled down all the corpses.
[49:43…]
[49:42…]
The time was slowly ticking down.
In the middle of the Sanctuary, Erik, Judas, and Xiao Jue exchanged a gaze, and they had been fighting for a while now.
None of them looked that tired, and it looked like none of them had shifted into second gear just yet.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
In that moment, they heard more footsteps heading their way, but it was just two men—but they weren't to be underestimated.
"…"
Michael—who was possessed by Satan—looked at the three of them with a cold gaze.
And further away, Kiernan also walked over to them with his hands inside his pockets, and he was casually looking around the place.
'It looks like most people are dead. Only the strong ones are alive… And those two.'
Kiernan saw Samuel and Isaac still hiding in the corner, and they were letting everybody else fight it out.
"Hmph!"
Erik looked at Kiernan, recognizing him as one of the not-poisoned fighters left.
