"Now then, may the Canaan Starfield send a powerhouse forward to conduct the blind draw."
The moment the Oracle-grade from the Budelica Starfield finished speaking, countless gazes immediately fell upon the Canaan Starfield's seats.
"Don't draw me. Don't draw me…"
The powerhouses from the other starfields silently prayed in their hearts. Some clasped their hands together, some bit their lips, and some even closed their eyes.
"Draw me! That way, I won't need to fight in the Elimination Round. I can advance directly."
There were also powerhouses who thought this way, their eyes flashing with scorching light as they eagerly hoped to be the first one selected.
"It would be best if they draw a Nine-Star powerhouse. That would make wagering much easier."
Those who had their sights set on the betting opportunity were already calculating the odds in their minds.
…
At the Canaan Starfield's seats, Chanelle gave a slight nod to one of the powerhouses beside him.
