"Master! Save me, Master! It's my fault! I was wrong!"
A succession of piercing cries came from afar.
Inside the arena, the crowd parted like a tide from the entrance.
The speed of their movement was as if something terrifying had burst in from outside.
You should know that most of those who enter this arena to vent are violent and brutal people accustomed to life and death and bloodshed!
Normally, they wouldn't blink an eye at the sight of someone's limbs being cut off.
But now, they scattered as if they had seen a ghost!
Yuwen Mo and his companions had just stepped out of the VIP room and saw the crowd in the arena split apart; out of curiosity, they looked towards the disruption.
At that glance, some of the new recruits with weaker constitutions immediately started vomiting.
The others turned pale.
In the middle of the path cleared by the crowd, a person rushed out...
No, calling it a person might no longer be appropriate!
