"I'm really useless."
Han Chen left dejectedly; in battles of this caliber, tricks and cleverness are futile. What matters is absolute strength. Han Chen, being the weakest, was the first to be eliminated, which was expected.
"Everybody, back to back in a circle, don't fall for the Saint Heir's trick; he wants to defeat us one by one!"
Jiang Xiaobai suddenly realized and quickly called out to alert everyone. The others finally caught on and then stood back-to-back, sticking closely together.
The dispersed black mist merged back into a cluster, and the Saint Heir reappeared.
"How boring. I thought you guys would be stronger since so many came, but you're disappointingly weak. Ah, being invincible is truly lonely!" The Saint Heir laughed arrogantly.
