4372: C4372 Final Outcome

C4372 Final Outcome

The geniuses from the various cities looked at the ten divine gods in the sky with incomparable fear in their eyes, all of them were thousands of meters tall. These ten divine gods represented all of the divine gods.

"Such a cruel slaughter and death, are these the rules set up for us by our ancestors?" They were already incomparably shocked in their hearts. If these genius martial artists of the Divine City died, then where would the inheritance come from? Wouldn't the future hope for humanity be ruined?

They had their own methods. When the crowd saw the horrifying seven-coloured divine mist, even people like Gu Lingfeng and Long Yan were extremely afraid, let alone the others.

No one could survive in these seven-colored divine mist. They were all made up of countless tiny worms that ate people without spitting out their bones, and their devouring power was extremely strong.

There were only six people left, but the time had been reduced by half. There were only twenty breaths left.

In other words, five people would be eliminated in these 20 breaths of time. This was simply too difficult. Everyone was thoroughly alarmed, and the martial artists outside were even more frightened. They no longer had the hot-bloodedness and fighting spirit they had just now.

Even Gu Qingshan couldn't continue his impassioned speech.

These young geniuses of the Divine Cities, who would want to die like this? They were filled with unwillingness, and there were even some martial artists that hadn't participated in real battles before. They were crying, and were filled with fear.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to be killed! I want to go home! I want to go home!"

"This isn't a place where the ancestors of the gods are. It's a hell, a tomb that was prepared for us. Why would our ancestors treat us like this? Is there anything good that we can do for them if we die?"

"Even if you survive and become the victor, you are still the most outstanding. You are filled with honor, you are all just bullsh * t!"

More and more genius martial artists began to grow angry; they simply couldn't accept the rules of death.

"Kill …"

Pfft!

Gu Yang's left arm was chopped off by another martial artist, and in the next moment, a sword pierced through his throat.

Gu Yang's throat began to spew out blood, and his eyes revealed a look of unwillingness. He didn't even have the time to scream before he was eliminated.

Gu Yang — dead. This was Gu Yu Mo's only son. Even Gu Ling Feng was dumbfounded.

"What? Gu Yang was killed? How is that possible? How am I supposed to explain this to his mother when I go back? Seventh Aunt will definitely blame me." Gu Ling Feng held his head in pain.

At this moment, Long Yan approached him: "I advise you not to be in such a hurry. Maybe you can't even protect yourself, so think about yourself more."

Actually, even Long Yan himself wasn't confident. He was even more worried that Long Ling would be killed like this. This was the woman he loved the most in his life and he couldn't bear such a massacre.

Those dead warriors were full of despair. They disappeared without a trace in the rainbow mist. No one could withstand such a blow.

Their deaths affected the fear in everyone's hearts, because no one could avoid being eliminated in such a manner.

All of the genius warriors in the Ancient Spirit God City were dumbfounded. They were trembling, unable to accept the battle of slaughter.

The chances of survival were too slim.

"Gu Qingshan, didn't you say that our ancestors would give us endless gifts? Where's the gift? Could it be that this is the gift you're talking about?"

There were many martial practitioners who no longer cared about his identity or status, and they all began to criticize him.

Gu Qingshan himself was completely dumbfounded.

"I don't know, I don't know, don't fucking ask me." He held his head with a pained expression on his face.

Following that, someone roared at the sky.

"Divine Spirit ancestors, why are you treating us like this? This is equivalent to us killing each other! Don't tell me you want everyone to die here?"

However, those divine dragon simulacrum were simply unable to answer him. There were even many people who knelt on the ground and began to beg their ancestors for forgiveness. They would rather get nothing than to return alive.2

They begged for mercy, their cries growing louder and louder.

There were only three people left, and only ten breaths of time left.

The three of them looked at each other. Two of them weren't injured, and one of them was more injured. However, he was still able to stand there and not fall down.

"Are you planning to join hands to kill me? Hahahaha, I'm not going to do that, my speed is not something you can catch up to. As long as I can persevere for ten breaths of time, all three of us will die! Hahahaha, if I can't live, then don't even think about living!"

The injured warrior immediately displayed his super fast speed. These two were completely panicking. One of them directly chased after him, but the other one aimed his killing intent at him.

Puff! The sword pierced through his brain!

There were only five breaths left. At this critical moment, the two of them were engaged in an intense battle.

Everyone held their breaths, not knowing who would be the final winner. Those who survived did not know what kind of rules they would face in this game.

However, there were only five breaths of time left. The death knell had already rang out with the final five violent sounds. These were the final sounds of death.

In five breaths of time, neither of these two had the confidence to kill the other. However, neither of them gave up their final struggle. It all depended on the final step to decide who would die and who would live.

Long Yan and Long Ling were also staring at the final bell chime. Everyone's heart was about to jump out of their chests.

However, to set up such a game of death, only the true gods would be able to do it. In fact, this was very despicable. Even if one wanted to test the strength of a martial artist, there was no need to be so cruel.

No one present was able to resist the power of the gods, even Long Yan, who possessed a double rank Ancestral Divine Dragon Soul was unable to.

Between the heavens and the earth, the gods were the absolute overlords of this world. It was a pity they had vanished.

No one could escape the fate of death, just like the rule of heaven that no living being in this world could escape.

What would he do if the last two were Long Ling or Jin Xuanmeng? Would he really just watch his beloved girl die like that?

Thinking of this, Long Yan had a death grip on Long Ling's palm. He couldn't accept that cruel scene.

"Ling'er, life and death are determined by fate. No matter who it is, do not give up until the very last moment when something like this happens, even if the last breath of time is the hope for survival."

"Hmm, Big Brother Yan, I know. I'm no longer a weakling. Trust me, I can definitely do it!" Long Ling was filled with confidence in herself!

After speaking, they looked at the two people battling. There was only one last breath of time left, what would the final outcome be?

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