More than half of the hundreds of Sudanese have been killed and wounded in just a few minutes, and only a little more than a hundred remain.

Of the more than 100 victors, most of them, like Kanbo, were left alone, except for a few who were able to find their own small groups.

The more people around him die, the less they die, and the hatred in their hearts is also like the interest of the bank, which continues to accumulate upward. In the end, all those who survived became numb. They just subconsciously kill, and they don't care who the person standing next to them is. Or rather, whether you can fight at the end.

"Stop, stop. We can stop, we can do it! "Camper, who is still alive, because of his boxing career, allows him to maintain a trace of clarity in this melee.

Camper pushed a foe back with a punch, clutching the wound in his abdomen as he roared loudly, calling everyone's attention in a hoarse voice.

Hearing the call in their ears, the crowd that kept killing in their numbness gradually stopped. Many people stopped and stood there stunned, as if they were just a bunch of robots receiving instructions and no longer possessing souls.

"Lizard Squad, are there anyone still alive?" A strong man with a lizard tattooed on his arm licked his chapped lips, trying to find his familiar figure in the crowd

Quietly, the hundreds of people who were still alive did not answer the words of this strong man.

A hint of darkness flashed in the strong man's eyes, and he silently looked at his severed left arm, which fell silent like a stone.

Like this strong man, there are not a few people who are looking for their former companions. But most of them were disappointed, just as Kampo had only found the body of the old sultan, and the lucky ones would always be in the minority.

"One, two, three, four ninety-six!" A big war came to an end, and Zhang Yao, an observer, appeared at the right time.

Zhang Yao, who appeared, counted the number of survivors. When he reached the ninety-sixth, he took the number back a step because one of the people in the crowd died of a serious injury.

"Ninety-five, and ninety-five survivors, you are welcome to survive!" Zhang Yao applauded happily to celebrate the rebirth of these people.

For Zhang Yao's celebration, the people present were obviously not interested. They looked at Zhang Yao with resentful eyes one by one, not only did they not have the joy of the rest of their lives, but everyone's eyes were full of sorrow.

"Be happy, my friends. Your gladiatorial performance is very exciting, it's a pity" The corner of Zhang Yao's mouth brought out a sneer, and his finger pointed sharply at the balance in the hand of the god of death: "It's a pity that your performance is not satisfied with the god of death, the balance is not equal!" ”

With Zhang Yao's words, the surviving ninety-five people all looked at the balance in the hands of the god of death.

On the golden scale, there are two ends that represent justice.

At one end of the two ends are ninety-five red dots of light, and at the other end are hundreds of white dots. What makes people's hearts chill is that although there are hundreds of points of light representing death, the red points of light are still heavier, lifting the right side of the golden balance high.

"How so, aren't there enough people dead?" Ninety-five survivors, all in despair.

They fought desperately, but after the battle, they were told that it was not over, which gave everyone the illusion that they had been fooled. Because no one knows how many more people will die to make this balance right.

"To hell with this damn priesthood ritual!" A seriously wounded man collapsed to the ground, laughing and seeing everything in his eyes.

"Whoever will give me a knife, I don't have the strength to stand up. I feel so tired, really tired," a man shouted that he was tired, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

One survivor is full of ugliness, many have already been seriously injured, and they are all relying on their support. Now, as soon as he saw that death was going to continue, several seriously injured people who were holding on to it collapsed and turned into white points of light and joined the scales.

"Eighty-seven, not enough, not enough. The Grim Reaper wants more, and if you want to live, you must keep fighting. Think about your family, think about your children, they are all waiting for you to go back, and you shouldn't let them down. Zhang Yao counted the number of people, and like a demon, he encouraged these people to fight again.

Many exhausted Sudanese heard Zhang Yao talk about their family and children, and their eyes regained their fighting spirit.

It's a pity that they are too tired, and there are more than 80 people present, and everyone is injured. Although the family and children can call them to fight, the body is no longer enough to support these people to fight again.

Looking at the wounded everywhere in front of him, Zhang Yao fell from the air. He stood in front of a Sudanese who had been trying to stand up and smiled: "Do you want to go home, do you want to see your family?" ”

"Home, home!" The sultan's eyes were burning with a burning gaze, and his longing for home made him try to get up, but the next moment he fell to the ground again.

"Go home, I'm going home" The gaze began to spread, and the Sudanese who fell to the ground slowly closed his eyes with blue lips and muttering some inaudible words.

"Life is a cage, be a strong man in the next life." Zhang Yao looked at this person's body, turned into white light and flew towards the scale, and then his gaze swept over the others: "It's time for the game!" ”

"Boom!" A dazzling blue light came out of his hand and instantly swept towards all the seriously injured people present.

In the next moment, the eighty-six people who were alive became forty-three forever. And Zhang Yao, who had done all this, shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and said with a smile: "It's okay to get rid of it early, it's so badly injured, and it's a crime to live!" ”

"Brother, those seriously wounded, I have already sent them to go first. By the way, how do you feel? After dealing with these seriously injured people, Zhang Yao walked to Kanbo's side and asked softly to Kanbo who survived.

"I'm good, I'm good enough to kill a cow!" Campo leaned against the wall and panted, he grinned at Zhang Yao, and stuffed the intestines that kept flowing out back into his stomach, so that he had absolutely no problem.

"You're really fine, the wound on your stomach is estimated to be more than a dozen centimeters, and your intestines are flowing out." Zhang Yao was very enthusiastic about it, and pointed to the intestines that were plugged back by Campo and then flowed out.

"It's okay, I've always wanted to go to the hospital to cut the cecum, and now I even save the cost of surgery, how can I have anything!" The smile on Cambo's face did not decrease, so Zhang Yao nodded reassuringly, and walked to the next person again.

"Lizard man, I see that you are seriously injured, and you may not be able to save your left hand!" The strong man with a lizard tattoo on his body, with only a green tendon on his left hand connected to his arm, was obviously crippled, which aroused Zhang Yao's concern.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. At my level, the few people who have to win five gold medals in the Paralympic Games can still contribute to the country. The lizard man was frightened by Zhang Yao's murder, and a slight smile was forcibly brought out on his pale face, how dare he say that he had something.

"Are you all right?" Zhang Yao drank in a low voice, and then the more than forty Sudanese who were still alive replied in unison: "It's okay, it's okay, we're very good!" ”

"Yes! Since it's okay, don't pretend to be dead on the ground anymore, and go on" Zhang Yao's tone was very long, and in the third hall at this time, the mortality rate was already as high as one to ten. Let the scales in the hands of death, the weight on both sides become equal.

The scales in the hands of the god of death were equal, and suddenly the white light above shot out in all directions.

The white light was radiant, and the kobold statues on both sides were thrown one by one, and each kobold statue that was thrown into the white light emitted a black light in the next moment.

The black light was mixed with mysterious runes. These runes shrouded the statue of the kobold, and the statue was no more, no less, exactly forty-four, corresponding to forty-four people, including Zhang Yao.

"Six minutes left, exactly an hour. You must seize it, this opportunity to soar is not to be missed! Zhang Yao chuckled and spoke, watching the people who were still alive after resting for a few minutes, one by one, as if grabbing a reduced price of goods, staggering towards the nearest kobold statue.

Kobold statues are neatly arranged in the hall.

For these wounded, it is possible to take one less step to make it more possible, and no one dares to say that these six minutes are enough.

"Fuck off, this is my territory." The first person to do it was the strong man who had lost one of his left arms. This strong man with a lizard tattoo, although his entire left hand has been destroyed, is still one of the most lightly wounded. With a single shake, he knocked out a Sudanese who was blind in one eye and covered in blood.

knocked down the snatcher next to him, and the lizard man brought a sinister smile to his face.

He stepped into the aura beside the kobold, and before the whole person merged into the light, his gaze was far away from Zhang Yao.

In the distant gaze, the lizard man was eager to try. For Zhang Yao, the lizard man felt that he had endured it for a long time, and as long as he could master the mysterious priestly power, the first thing he decided to do was not to tolerate it.

"Heh, I'm still not convinced!" The lizard man's last gaze was taken into Zhang Yao's eyes without a trace.

He smiled disdainfully, **silk is always **silk counterattack, that's all a liar.