'Will the Purgatory Arena compromise?' ’

Marcus clenched his fists nervously, raised his slightly freckled nose, and looked at the tower not far away with trepidation and urgency.

The 'waves' and 'tides' composed of more than 200,000 people's overwhelming shouts and scolding almost turned the Polar Ice Purgatory upside down, and the Purgatory Arena originally wanted to kill Wu Wenxu's 'life' as a result of righteous words, but he didn't expect to 'insert' a son of Shen Xiaolin, stealing 'chickens' and rice, and then letting them toss it, I'm afraid that the Purgatory Arena will really be discredited.

In the Purgatory Arena, it is absolutely impossible to sit idly by, but why did the voice of the tenth-order Ice Ranger in the tower suddenly stop abruptly, could it be that he was communicating with the upper echelons?

Marcus Zhang hesitated to think, if that is the case, it means that things still have a turn for the better, it depends on the Purgatory Arena, how to decide between the Purgatory Ice Demon and the 'Death'.

Wu Wenxu, you must avoid this catastrophe!

"Please be quiet... Quiet......

The voice that diffused in the Polar Ice Purgatory Arena had become the initial commentary of the 'excited' Ao, but I don't know why he had to swallow every word in his throat vigorously, and the words he said were as terrifying as if he was about to die.

More than 200,000 people gave up everything to make a big fuss in the arena, naturally for the sake of the justice burning in their hearts, in they are not the magical physique of the Purgatory Ice Demon who can't be killed, and the winner must be the 'one who goes to the death', so even if Wu Wenxu doesn't use the Wind Breaking Blade, he is naturally the winner of this desperate duel, how can he be despicable and shameless!

So the people who saw through the face of the Purgatory Arena invariably kept quiet at the moment when the voice sounded, and they wanted to see what the Purgatory Arena would do with the powerful 'Dying'.

"After some serious discussion on our Purgatory Arena side, it was finally decided, well, ahem...... Ahhh In the end, it was decided that this 'To the Dead' was the winner of this tournament, and together with the six 'To the Dead', they were given a two-month residency in the City of Faith! ”

The narrator's words trembled so much that he was about to slurred his words, which made everyone on the field stunned.

It's as simple as that?

Is the Purgatory Arena such a simple compromise? reads;！

More than 200,000 people were stunned again, oh my God, it's a purgatory arena, one of the five realms of the City of Faith, and it will really compromise because of demonstrations and protests?

The people who had been roaring to release Wu Wenxu could not react at all for a while, and the Purgatory Arena bowed to the people of the city, to a 'person who went to die', this was simply unimaginable, they felt like they were dreaming.

However, the narrator's trembling voice confirms the true 'sexuality' of the proclamation: "Now please leave the scene and go straight to the City of Faith!" ”

"It can't be some kind of 'yin' scheme, right?"

Wu Wenxu wondered, now he maintained a hundred thousand points of distrust in the Purgatory Arena, he had obviously looked like he was going to wipe himself out before, how could his attitude suddenly take a 180-degree turn?

"Boom!"

Underground, a huge roar of gears turning sounded at the same time as the man's words fell, and the huge force from the ground made a square area behind Wu Wenxu suddenly filled with dust, and then, a transparent airtight conveying device appeared in front of Wu Wenxu's eyes, and the arc in the center of the 'door' crack slowly separated.

"Son of God, Son of God!"

The six 'deceased' who were separated by the teleportation device knelt on the ground weakly, staring at the teleportation 'door' that symbolized freedom, and their eyes were as big as grenades, and they actually saw tears in their eyes.

Praise the God of Ice, praise the God of Ice!

They didn't know what to use to describe their feelings at this moment, encountering the Purgatory Ice Demon was a certain death, and they even appointed to close their eyes and accept death, but ...... But the man!

The undefeated king of the Purgatory Arena was cut into tens of millions by him!

The Son of God, the great existence endowed by the Ice God, even the Purgatory Arena has compromised the footsteps of the Son of God, a few of them are ordinary people, they are lucky enough to observe such a miracle at close range, how can they hide the 'agitation' of their feelings?

For the rest of their lives after the catastrophe and to see the glory of God, they just wanted to hug Wu Wenxu's big 'legs' hard, and then told them with a handful of snot and tears about their endless admiration like a surging river, Wu Wenxu was obviously unwilling to give these perverts a chance to make love with him, frowned, and walked directly into the 'door'.

'What kind of 'trick' is the Purgatory Arena trying to play?' Wu Wenxu groaned in his heart for a moment, thinking that with the Wind Blade Protector, as long as he didn't encounter a tenth-order demon master, he should be able to barely compete, and couldn't help but relax his heart, he Lord Diablo has always been blessed with great fortune, so he won't die in this rotten city.

Above the tower.

Xiao Yuan's right-hand man, the fat man Rossiri, who he described as the incarnation outside his body, stood stiffly in the bright room, his colorful 'colored' shirt seemed to have been soaked in water, and it was extremely wet, and the bald head explained that it was even more miserable, he could only maintain a posture of one foot propped up, and his mouth and face were 'twitching' and he was about to cry.

If you stand in front of the refreshing bamboo and wood 'door' and look into the room, you can clearly see countless slender rays of light shuttling through the two of them, from the crotch, under the arms, and in front of the neck...... Dense lines of glittering light blocked all their retreats, and they stood in the center of the line, like poor insects bound by spiders, unable to move.

Rossiri's tiny eyes were staring at a thin line on the front of the 'meat' neck, the more he looked at it, the more frightened the 'meat' jumped, and the pupils that were not big were about to shrink into sesame seeds, he couldn't understand how there were thousands of 'bastards' on duty up and down this tower, how could they not notice that the assassins had broken in!

A bunch of useless rubbish, rubbish! When the damn light is gone, I'm going to kill you all, Lord Rossiri!

He was furious in his heart, but he didn't even dare to squirm his Adam's apple, completely forgetting that he was a tenth-order demon master, and he didn't even know when the Silver Dragon Ruling of Blade Shadow Tyrone would be on his throat, and his head was now terrified into a 'mess', just kept echoing the words left by the man before leaving.

"Touch the light and you'll die a terrible death."

'Damn! ’

Rossili wanted to split the arrogant blue-robed guy into five horses, but he didn't dare to move, because the man's terrifying eyes when he left definitely didn't look like he was joking!

The task entrusted to him by the young master was completely ruined.

"Rossiri, what are you?"

The greenery of the bamboo 'door' suddenly faded vaguely, and the illusory figure standing in front of the 'door' stared at them in astonishment, completely stiff.