Chapter 1844 Gathering Of The Strong (1/2)
Chapter 1844 - Convergence of the Powerful
The line continued to move forward.
Ling Xi's victory could basically be considered the victory of the War G.o.d's Ancient City s. At this point, the people from the War G.o.d's Ancient City s did not have much enmity towards Long Chen, and the only thing they had against him should be the archaic instrument.
At this sort of critical juncture, they were naturally not in the mood to worry about such things.
As the excitement in his heart calmed down, Long Chen had no choice but to discuss what to do next.
Su Muchen stood beside him. Looking at the endless Nine-colored fog in front of him, he said: ”Take a guess, what will be the final outcome of this battle of honor?”
Long Chen shook his head: ”It's better if you tell me your thoughts.”
Su Muchen nodded his head and said: ”If we were to continue like this without end, I'm afraid that one day will allow us to battle countless of times. As long as it's about ten days time, out of the thousands of G.o.d blood descendant, every nine people, eight will be eliminated, and then, after the first round, as long as we go through it, I'm afraid that there will only be four or five people left alive, and I am also very likely to die. ”If the opponents a.s.signed to me are too strong.”
Long Chen pondered over his words, and said: ”You mean, there's still a second round?”
Su Muchen let out a cold laugh, and said: ”Who knows? This sudden battle of honor has exceeded all of our expectations. Then why isn't there anything more exciting? ”After the first round is over, everyone will partic.i.p.ate in a battle, and only 200 or 300 people will survive out of the thousands. At that time, we will continue to partic.i.p.ate in another round of battle, repeating the same way until only one person will be able to survive.”
Thousands of people, and in the end, only one person survived. Su Muchen had already imagined this to be the most serious situation, but it wasn't completely impossible.
Su Tianyuan, who was at the side, heard their conversation and had a strange expression on his face: ”It can't be like this, this is the battlefield of the G.o.ds, the burial ground of our ancestors! Aren't we here to pay our respects to them? ”
If it hadn't been for the events from before, he definitely would have spoken with confidence.
Su Muchen said: ”Continue dreaming, maybe the next one to die will be you, Su Tianyuan.”
He had suffered quite a few injuries during his battle with Long Chen. If he were to fight on stage, against an expert of tribulation of reincarnation, the possibility of victory was basically nil.
Even if it was Su Muchen, the probability of him surviving was not necessarily higher than others.
Everyone could only live in fear and despair. It was not just the people from the War G.o.d's Ancient City, it was also the people from the top Shencheng.
The Golden Diagram Array continued to fly back and forth, the silhouette of the War G.o.d still remained cold and detached.
”I don't know about the xuanji sister, but she's still alright.” Ling Xi suddenly said something that caused Long Chen to worry again.
That's right, he couldn't even see her through these cruel rules. If she suddenly disappeared like this, what would he do? That woman was similar to a piece of flesh on Long Chen's body, causing him to feel dreamy and extremely pained. No matter how strong a powerhouse was, they would all be a joke in front of the rules. If he wanted to be above all others, the only way was to break the rules.
”I didn't think too much. Perhaps one round would be the end. This is where their ancestors buried their bones. At most, they would be given a test, but they wouldn't die just like that.” Ling Xi consoled.
”I hope so.”
Long Chen stood in front of the Golden Diagram Array and clenched his fists.
Time slowly pa.s.sed by, and the third battle was about to begin. There were about thirty people in War G.o.d's Ancient City, and one would enter each time. Other than Ling Xi, there was no one else who was able to survive.
The pace of the battle was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, ten battles had already pa.s.sed. The surrounding people all died.
Su Tianyuan went up on stage.
In the fifth match, Su Tianyuan went up on stage. He, who was supposed to be the big brother of Su Clan disciples, cried and wailed as he grudgingly scolded Long Chen a bunch of times, because it was Long Chen who caused his injuries. In that battle, Su Tianyuan was the first one to be dealt with, heavily injuring himself until he fell among the Nine-colored fog and there was no more news of him.
In the War G.o.d's Ancient City team, there were less than twenty people left.
Almost all who had come out so far had perished.
This was truly a narrow escape from death!
Not only was War G.o.d's Ancient City, there were less than two thousand people left, but they had all collapsed as well. All of their faces were pale as they crouched among the Golden Diagram Array, panic-stricken, for that one hundred breaths of time was practically their talisman of death. Although it was a battle of honor, no one would be proud of it, they were only envious of his luck.
Death never stopped.
Actually, death wasn't that scary. What was scary was waiting for death. The remaining 20 people also seemed to be waiting, no one was spared.
”This is truly a headache. If there is a flaw in our human heritage, then it will mean our entire race will be exterminated. Will this sort of thing really happen?” Five Dragon Cities doesn't care? Is the 72 - The Ancient City of G.o.d's descendants going to disappear from history like this? ”
Su Muchen suppressed the anger in his heart and said solemnly.
”Why?” He faced the simulacrum of the War G.o.d, but the simulacrum didn't give him an answer. He was so angry that he wanted to smash the simulacrum into pieces, but the crowd immediately stopped him, crying and crying.
That was the ancestor, Su Muchen's actions were definitely blasphemous.
Even if it wasn't an ancestor, if the divine spirit phantom was destroyed, everyone present would die.
This time, the Martial G.o.d diagram was moving forward in the vast Nine-colored fog. There were only twenty people left, no one knew who would be the next to fight.