Attila Turan was ruthless in his heart, even if he finished fighting the monitor lizard wyvern, he would make this Terran army uncomfortable.

The remaining monitor lizards, under the command of Attila Turan, frantically attacked the light shield.

"Ding!"

"The Xianyang Collar is already unstoppable in the Bloody Arena!"

"Completed a 100-kill streak!"

A system chime sounded in the minds of all the remaining lords of the Bloody Arena dungeon!

The lords in the Circle of Death looked stunned, the movements of their hands slowed down, and their eyes looked at the peaks of the canyon, and the light shield of the Terran army that was still standing firm and stood felt a trace of incredulity.

This is more than a thousand monitor lizard flying dragons, and their combat power can be compared to 10,000 bronze-rank soldiers, and there is no way to take the Terran army at the top of the canyon peak.

Thinking of the particularity of the lord world lord, some of the lords in the Bloody Arena dungeon thought about it for a while, and estimated that the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of this Terran army had skyrocketed again, and the experience brought by more than a thousand monitor lizard flying dragons could raise the combat effectiveness of this Terran army to a higher level.

"This Terran must not be provoked, and the attitude towards the Terran must change in the future!"

"The Terran Lord is really lucky, it is estimated that with this Terran Lord in this area, no other race lord dares to massacre the Terran Lord!"

Some of the race lords in the Bloody Arena dungeon have changed their attitudes and opinions towards the Terrans, and their expressions and tones are not contemptuous of the Terrans.

The combat power that erupted from the Xianyang Domain made these lords put away their thoughts.

"Hmph, if you have already offended the Terrans, then you will have to eliminate all the Terran lords in this area!"

There are also some lords among the harpy who have begun to lead other lords, some lords have participated in the slaughter of the army of the Terran lords, and have agreed to continue targeting the Terrans, and some plans are quietly being implemented.

"Ding!"

"The circle of death begins to refresh!"

"The final point has been chosen!"

A series of system prompts sounded in the minds of the remaining lords.

The remaining lords in the Bloody Arena dungeon all looked up at the final point, and their faces changed drastically as they looked at the final point.

"The luck of this Terran army is too good!"

"Impossible, I've been lurking around here, and the position of this Terran army has always been in the middle of the circle?"

"This is the Circle of Choice introduced in the Bloody Arena dungeon, you don't need to move your position throughout the whole process, you just have to wait for your work!"

Some lords had a hint of jealousy in their hearts, and while lamenting the strong combat effectiveness of this Terran army, they also sighed at the good fortune of this Terran army.

Both things have a share at the same time, so why not win in the end.

The size of the circle at the final point is about 100 meters, just at the top of the canyon peak, and if you want to enter the circle, you have to dodge the attack of the monitor lizard wyvern and repel the territory occupied by the Terran army.

Some lords' eyes flashed with a hint of retreat, and there was no hope that they would be able to enter the top ten.

"Ding!"

"The final point is starting to refresh!"

"The Circle of Death is starting to shrink!"

"The lord can choose to continue to compete for the top ten, or he can choose to quit the Bloody Arena dungeon!"

Suddenly, a series of system prompts sounded in the minds of the remaining lords.

"It's great to be able to quit!"

"Haha, I'll retreat first!"

"Retreated, persevered until now, it can be regarded as a full load, and the treasure chest doesn't need to be dropped, so what's better than that?"

"Lord ahead, stop, let's stop each other, we can exit the dungeon!"

The faces of the remaining lords of the Bloody Arena dungeon changed from gloomy to overjoyed in an instant.

On the land of the Bloody Arena dungeon, white lights flashed, and some lords and armies disappeared in place.

…

"Xia Gongzi?"

"Shall we quit too?"

The old man of the spirit clan in blue cloth used his eyes that emitted a faint blue light to watch the lords in the bloody arena dungeon withdraw from the dungeon one after another, groaned slightly, and spoke.

The Spirit Clan Lords on the side also listened attentively and stopped their movements.

"Well, I actually came to this dungeon, some tasks have been completed ahead of schedule, and it's time to leave!"

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the aura is lofty, a pair of deep eyes flashed a trace of strange lines, and a man dressed in white and snow slowly spoke.

A pair of deep eyes watched the battle that broke out in the canyon, and seemed to be able to see the battle that took place on the peak of the canyon clearly.

Xia Xuan felt a trace of breath from the upper realm in Tang Wen's body, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

I am looking forward to this world more and more, and I actually feel the breath of the upper realm in a human race, so what if the ranking of the copy is given to him this time.

One of the Spirit Clan, along with the disciples under them, disappeared into the Bloody Arena dungeon.

…

"Human, I, Attila Turan, remember you, please remember this great name!"

"I, Attila Turan, swear to the dragon god that I will ruin the lives of your territory!"

Attila Turan's pair of cold dragoneyes were furious to the extreme, and her patience was consumed little by little by this light shield like a turtle shell.

Seeing the fall of the monitor lizard flying dragons and the death of the dragon lords in battle, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he began to speak loudly to the Terran lords below.

"Dadada!"

"Triple shot!" "Streamer Flying!" "Wind Breath Arrow!"

"Nine Wind Blades!" "Wind Blade!" "Blood Wolf Arrow!"

"Ionizer Light Ball Cannon!"

Tang Wen's eyes met a pair of cold dragon eyes, and his expression did not change, as if he saw a reptilian look at Attila Turan.

The special soldier firepower torrent that has reached a new level of combat effectiveness continues to bombard the remaining monitor lizard wyverns.

Attila Turan's expression was extremely angry, but he couldn't help this Terran army in the slightest, so he had to order the monitor lizard wyvern to fly down, and the army dispersed, delaying time.

Some of the soldiers who tried to climb the mountain were easily slaughtered by the monitor lizard wyvern, which made some well-intentioned lords make up their minds and quit the Bloody Arena dungeon.

The circle of death was shrinking more and more, and some lords saw that they could no longer delay time, and a trace of helplessness flashed in their hearts, and they glanced at the unabated torrent of crazy firepower bombardment on the canyon peak, and firmly remembered this Terran army in their minds.

They all stopped their armies and withdrew from the Bloody Arena dungeon, leaving only Tang Wen and Attila Turan leading the remaining monitor lizard wyverns in the entire Bloody Arena dungeon.

"Exit the dungeon!"

Attila Turan suppressed the anger in his heart, and the cold dragon eyes carefully observed the circle of death, and after looking around and finding that only the dragons were left, he began to order the remaining dragon lords to lead the remaining monitor lizard wyverns to withdraw from the dungeon.

Until only the Terran army and himself were left, Attila Turan glanced at his ranking and withdrew from the dungeon.