The atmosphere, as terrifying as a furnace, rolled towards Ye Feng, crushing him in an instant.
The surrounding spectators all felt the might of the S-level team. That terrifying aura pressed upon them, leaving them with dry mouths, parched throats, and beads of sweat continuously dripping down their foreheads.
The Innate Realm masters, with synchronized steps, each footfall hitting the ground like a massive drumstick pounding on a gigantic drum, stirred up a powerful aftershock.
Ripples rose in the space throughout the arena.
The excitement was evident in everyone's eyes. They shouted loudly, "Dark Sky will win... Dark Sky will win!"
The host stood excitedly on the ring: "Ladies and gentlemen, there are only ten minutes left to place your bets. If you want to bet, hurry up!"
The crowd erupted with excitement: "I'll bet ten million..."
"I'll bet five million..."
"Three million!"
