The young man in the air narrowed his eyes.
He was utterly enraged. His heart ached as he gazed at the Howling Moon Blood Wolves amidst the sea of blood and mountains of corpses.
Even though the War God Arena was a powerful force, these Desolate Beasts were the result of hundreds of years of accumulation, bred over generations.
They were the culmination of several generations' painstaking efforts.
And now, every last one of them had been lost here. How could he not be furious?
"Heh heh heh!"
A sinister, bone-chilling laugh rumbled in the young man's throat. With a wave of his hand, he announced, "Very good. Congratulations to Beichen for his ninety-fifth victory. Next up is the ninety-sixth match, with ninety-six Tier Six Beginner Desolate Beasts. Beichen, I hope your luck holds out this time!"
Hong Yu replied proudly, "My luck has always been good!"
"Hahaha..."
The young man laughed coldly.
He no longer bothered to hide his blatant killing intent toward Hong Yu.
RUMBLE!
