The shattered arena.
Outside, the war raged on, yet here it was eerily quiet.
Li Yunyang stared coldly at Ling Xiao as he adjusted his inner breath, preparing to reclaim the Ancient Dragon God Inheritance.
Qian Wanyang approached Wang Hao and whispered, "Boss, Gu Yang and Qin Feng sent a message saying the Duel Team is extremely formidable. They're asking if you want to go all out in battle."
Wang Hao nodded, "I want a full-force assault, wipe out that Duel Team."
Chen Yao expressed his concerns, "Boss, according to the information from Gu Yang and the others, this Duel Team's combat power is no less than the Young Marshal Army and their numbers have reached ten million, which is three times more than ours."
"What's there to fear!" Wang Hao scoffed, "The Young Marshal Army possesses the ability to heal through blood absorption upon injury. As long as they don't die on the spot, then the longer they fight, the stronger they become. What's a mere three times the number to us!?"
