Hai Jun looked helplessly at his own Cousin (female). Seeing Hai Weiwei's eyes, he guessed what Hai Weiwei was thinking and could only keep sighing helplessly…
"What do we do now? We don't have a shred of Spiritual Power left, how are we supposed to fight like this!" Across from Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan, someone started speaking in panic.
A few old men of the Zongzheng Family exchanged looks. The old man in black clothes who had been shouting at Mo Jiuli just now, along with two burly old men in grey robe, also stepped to the front. The Three People shared a glance, the way they looked at Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan was like looking at dead people. The old man in black clothes turned back to the crowd behind him and said, "What are you afraid of? Did you forget this is a Life and Death Arena? If we don't all die, then we have to make them die or we can't get out. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving the Arena for the rest of your life!"
