Above the Night Fog Sea, two supreme civilizations face off.
Qin Ming, clad in black gold armor, calls out for the next opponent to face death. Combined with his earlier unabashed words, such a bloody battle is no different from bullying the totem system youth.
"Who will go up? Take him down!"
The group of fighters from the Totem Camp felt a strong sense of frustration, watching their comrades lose and being scorned by that man.
Yet the other party remained calm and composed throughout, as if merely stating facts, without any fierce provocation in words or expressions.
Such coldness from Taiyi, that composed confidence, made them feel even more stifled, their emotions fluctuating intensely.
"Who can take down Taiyi? Not through a bloody fight, but by cleanly and efficiently killing him, only then can we reclaim a round."
