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"What happened to him?"

"What's wrong with this human?"

At this time, everyone in the audience stood up, their eyes filled with amazement. The great situation had suddenly turned for the better, and those people couldn't come up with an answer no matter how much they thought about it.

"Ron, he's. Ron... "

Moran stood up, panicked, and walked quickly to the railing, shouting, and then she turned her head and asked urgently, "Grandpa, Ron, he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he … he …" What's going on? "

He shook his head, sighed, and said, "It looks like Ron has already lost! If I am not mistaken, that Venomous Scorpion Lion used their clan's ultimate life-saving technique — — Poison Needle … "

"Poison needle!"

Moran panicked. "Then …" Then Ron would … What would happen? Will he die? "

"I don't know!" Li Jia shook his head, "Rumor has it that the poisonous needles of the Scorpion Lion tribe are very powerful. There isn't a single medicine that can cure them, so even if their bodies are as strong as a giant dragon and are pierced by the poisonous needles, they still have to escape immediately and find a place to expel the venom."

Salamon took a deep breath. "The Venomous Scorpion Lion's poison is so potent, so according to what you've said, Ron is bound to lose …"

Riga's voice sank. "I'm afraid... "Not just losing..."

When Moran heard this, his face turned deathly white with a 'whoosh'.

She understood what he meant. According to the rules of the youngsters, they could either surrender or die. There was no other choice, but with Ron's current state, could he still say 'surrender'?

There was no chance. Ron's consciousness began to sink slowly into a stupor, his body slowly. Slowly, he fell to the ground.

"Ha... "Haha …"

A victorious smile finally appeared on Po's face. He gritted his teeth, wriggled his huge body, and abruptly stood up.

"Heh heh... "Human brat, you are indeed very strong, but unfortunately, you are dead. No one can wake up after being poisoned by my poison …"

Poe grinned and said, "Let me... End your life … " He struggled to crawl to where Ron had fallen.

Not far away, the Dreadful Knight stood dumbly, like a stone statue, completely indifferent to Po's actions.

At this point, the green eyes beneath its ice-cold mask lit up, then dimmed. Its body started to vaporize, and it vanished into thin air.

With the disappearance of the terrifying knight, nothing could stop Poe's movements, and at this moment, Poe's face became even more brilliant, his smile carrying a hint of malevolence.

Suddenly, Bian Po's legs went soft. His massive body fell heavily on the ground. "Boom!" A large cloud of dust rose.

"Damn it!"

Poe got up with difficulty and cursed harshly, only to discover that the injury was worse than he had imagined.

The attack of a terrifying knight was actually this powerful!

Poe gritted his teeth and flapped his huge wings, bringing with him a breeze. His huge body stood up again and staggered over to Ron, who had fallen down. His eyes were now filled with a strong killing intent.

Killing Ron didn't need to be so troublesome. With Poe's strength, he only needed to release a stream of poisonous fog or a poisonous bullet to deal with the immobile Ron on the ground.

It was not that Poe did not want to, but that he could not. This matter involved the greatest secret of the Scorpion Lion tribe.

Poison Needles was the origin of the poison element within the Scorpion Lion tribe. After shooting the poison needle, they would temporarily lose the poison element's power and could only use physical attacks until a new poison needle appeared nine months later.

To kill Ron, Poe had to go up close and do it himself.

The situation had turned for the worse. On one side was the heavily injured and struggling magical beast, and on the other side was the unconscious and unconscious human. Up until now, victory and defeat had basically been decided.

"Kill him..."

It was unknown who said this from the audience seating, but it was as if there was a violent storm stirring up, causing the entire arena to boil over with excitement.

"Kill him..."

"Kill this human …"

"Kill him..."

The audience became excited, especially the beastmen. The bloody scene that was about to happen seemed to ignite a fire in their hearts. It was as if they had been injected with chicken blood as they shouted crazily.

"Kill him..."

"Kill him..."

Countless sounds converged into a sea. At this time, the atmosphere in the arena rose to the highest point.

Worshipping the strong and despising the weak was something the entire continent agreed upon. At this moment, no one had the interest to take another glance at the now unconscious Ron.

Except for Moran.

"Uncle Salamon, please, can you let Ron surrender?" Mo Lan pleaded in a sobbing tone, "Our Thorny Flower Tribe admits defeat, we won't fight anymore …" We don't even want the second place anymore, okay? "

Salamon looked at Moran with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. He sighed, "I'm sorry, niece Moran. Even if I'm the Monarch of Beasts, I have no right to stop the competition. The rules set by the young elites' competition must be observed …"

It was not impossible to surrender, but the contestant had to personally say it. Others, even if it was the contestant's father or wife, would not believe them.

If anyone could surrender on behalf of someone, then the rules of the competition would be thrown into disarray.

As soon as Moran heard this, he collapsed into a chair as if he had been struck dumb.

There was nothing he could do about it. Forcefully changing the rules and halting the competition would damage the prestige of the Beastman Empire.

Riga, like Salamon, was a man who took care of the big picture. Under the circumstances, they would not do that.

Poe had dragged his heavily injured body to Ron's side. Ron was sprawled on the ground, still holding his head tight. Even when he was unconscious, his face still held a pained expression.

"I have to say, some necromancy magic of yours is indeed very strong, and it actually forced me to such a state. Unfortunately, you're still going to die, and there aren't many magical beasts that can withstand my poison needle attack, let alone a weak human like you."

He raised his huge claws high in the air, an evil grin on his face. "Let me send you on your way!" After saying that, his huge claws fiercely smashed down …

… ….

In Ron's mind, his soul struggled desperately, trying to break free from the black threads, but the struggle was futile. The black threads tightened around his soul, almost suffocating him.

"Damn it, is there no other way?"

It was a pity that cursing was useless. The black threads began to invade his soul, and when it was completely invaded, his soul would also die. Ron, who had lost his soul, would be like a zombie, and even if he was alive, he would still die.

Soul poison was indeed worthy of being known as the Scorpion Lion's life saving technique. There was no antidote for soul poison because it wasn't a poison at all, but a type of soul attack.

Just as Ron was feeling desperate, a change suddenly occurred in the vortex surrounding his Soul World. A beam of green light descended from the sky, directly landing on Ron's soul.

At this moment, a miracle happened.

When the black threads came into contact with the cyan light, they melted like spring snow, and more than half of them melted in an instant.

The black threads became scared and continued to shrink back, trying to avoid the terrifying green light. The green light seemed to have a mind of its own as it chased and drove the black threads, devouring them.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, Ron was both surprised and happy. Having narrowly escaped death, he was filled with gratitude towards those azure rays of light. If it had appeared a moment later, it would have been useless even if it had dispersed the black threads.

The black threads continued to escape, but it no longer had the strength to attack Ron's soul. However, the green light did not seem to want to let it go, ultimately devouring all of the green threads.

"Whooosh."

Only then did Ron let out a long breath, looked at the green light, and smiled. "Thank you!"

As soon as his voice fell, that beam of green light suddenly changed. The light became brighter, and the entire sea of consciousness instantly became bright.

In Ron's eyes, he saw a terrifying scene. That beam of green light slowly grew larger and turned into a green round ball. Floating in his sea of consciousness, it resembled a green sun.

What shocked Ron the most was that the huge green ball seemed to have a powerful suction force, and his soul involuntarily rose up, being directly absorbed by the green ball.

"Don't!"

Ron's face was filled with terror as he desperately tried to resist the suction force from the green ball. Unfortunately, his entire soul was devoured by the green ball.

"What is this place?"

Then Ron opened his eyes, and all he could see was darkness, endless darkness, a darkness so lonely that Ron might have gone mad if he had stayed here for a year.

After an unknown period of time, Ron heard a crash, as if something had been shattered.

Countless memory shards were broken apart and reassembled.

A beam of light fell on Ron's face, and suddenly the world of darkness was in full light, and Ron felt the blinding light, and he put his hand over his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he was shocked.

The mountains of corpses, the sea of blood, and the countless charging skeletons. It was as if he had arrived in a world of dreams.

Having seen all this, Ron knew that these things were all illusions. Suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief.

He stood on top of a high mountain peak and looked down from the top. He could not see the end of the mountain as far as his eye could see. There were at least hundreds of millions of them.

Apart from the skeletons, Ron discovered quite a few powerful undead creatures, black knights and terrifying knights. They were just like the low level skeletons as they slowly advanced forward.

In addition, Ron had found moving corpses, unlike the zombies he had made, moving slowly and with glazed eyes. They held crude weapons in their hands, as if they were obeying a summons.

Among these zombies, there were some huge and ugly creatures mixed in.

The creatures looked like a giant sarcoma. Some had two heads, some had three heads, and all of them looked ferocious. One of them looked like a human hand, while the other looked like a hook.

These creatures were as ugly as the countless corpses of dead bodies put together. Ron was sure that he had never seen such an ugly undead before. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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