Seeing this, the eyes of the bound gladiators flickered with various emotions.
They had witnessed the might of the Bright God. The fact that he could go back and forth with the big-headed monster meant he was no pushover.
The Bright God was a renowned, peerless powerhouse in this part of the cosmos, ruling over his own star system.
Now that a great power had arrived and the two were clashing, it was the perfect opportunity for them to escape.
Seeing their chance, some of the gladiators exchanged glances, leaped out of the damaged base's opening, and followed in the footsteps of the Bright Race People.
Zhao Rui felt the stirrings of an urge to escape as well, but after he glanced at the dozen or so gladiators who remained in the base, he decisively abandoned the thought.
Because these dozen or so gladiators were the elites of the base.
