Then followed a tide of murmurs.
"My heavens! She actually won! That was a demon close to Totem Level!"
"She sacrificed blood for the blade... This woman is far too ruthless to herself!"
"Does the Human Race really have such a genius?"
"What a pity, from her appearance, it seems she paid an enormous price..."
"What good does this victory do? The outcome is settled, the Human Race has still lost."
Amidst these chaotic discussions, on the stage, Qin Chuxue, barely standing, finally reached her limit.
Her vision went dark, her delicate body softened, and she collapsed backward.
"Chuxue!"
Long Zhenguo's eyes were wide open with horror, his figure like lightning, instantly dashed onto the stage and caught Qin Chuxue before she hit the ground, carefully cradling her down.
He immediately channeled his Spiritual Power, meticulously checking her physical condition.
However, the more he examined, the grimmer Long Zhenguo's expression became, ultimately turning an ashy white.
