After killing Aglir, Baiyu lifted his rage state, and the Black Moon Death Struggle dissipated at that moment.
He picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on.
Then he looked at the referee beside him with a relaxed expression, "Announce it."
The referee glanced over and only found half of Aglir's body, a truly tragic death.
"Baiyu wins. Will the Ancient Barbarian Clan continue to send challengers? You have four slots left."
For a moment.
All eyes turned to the Ancient Barbarian Clan, focusing on the hunched old man among the burly men.
He was the Patriarch of the Ancient Barbarian Clan.
Aglir.
Was the strongest of the younger generation that he brought this time.
Unfortunately.
He still failed to gauge the depths of the opponent.
The black fog was too enigmatic.
If the battle continued, the Ancient Barbarian Clan might experience more deaths—not might, but definitely will.
The opponent's strength is vigorous, their ability mysterious.
A terrifying enemy.
