The battles gradually concluded. The performance of four teams was particularly eye-catching; they were the strongest of the lot.
From the moment the fighting began, they had defeated numerous teams, seizing their points. The vanquished could only harbor silent rage, fleeing in disarray.
Watching Ye Wushuang walk directly toward the four teams, Meng Fanx, Chengg Tao, and the others were stunned. It took them a long moment to come to their senses and follow.
As Ye Wushuang descended into the deep pit, many people spotted him. Their gazes locked onto his group of ten with wariness and apprehension.
They had just gone through a fight. Although they hadn't expended too much energy and still had strength, they were wary of this new group.
They glanced at Ye Wushuang for a moment before their eyes moved on, not paying him much mind. Instead, their attention shifted to the graceful figure following him.
