The spectators outside the arena had a clear view of the situation; naturally, the participants inside could discern its gravity even more clearly.
A student wearing the emblem of the Celestial Military Academy couldn't help but say indignantly, "You'll never break through like this."
"Are you the No.1 Seed, Mo Zishu, from the Celestial Military Academy? Do you have any good suggestions?" a participant, who had been repeatedly frustrated in his attempts to break through, asked with a hint of hope.
Mo Zishu's gaze fixed on Fang Zhou, who was positioned in the center of the arena, his voice carrying a trace of helplessness.
"Actually, this isn't some clever suggestion, but rather something everyone understands yet is unwilling to do.
"That is unity.
"Only when everyone's strength is combined can we hope to breach that seemingly impregnable defense."
