After the battle began, Crocodile River underwent tremendous change, and both camps had no choice but to fully commit to it.
However, their attitudes were different.
Evil Chosen: Kill, they're all just heads!
Chosen: Fight to the death, there's no other option, sigh.
Still, even the Evil Chosen were under significant psychological pressure.
By the Riverside, the rolling clouds of the Evil Chosen's killing intent were imposing, with some expressions not looking so good, subtly observing unfamiliar faces appearing at the forefront.
Those people had temporarily transferred points to masters on the battlefield in the past few days, at least at the Daluo Jinxian Level, some of them even being His Holiness, and there were no less than five of them. Everyone knew why these people were here.
"What does it mean, they come only after seeing a certain victory? Are they the only ones who can be opportunistic?"
