The entire hall fell into deadly silence.
The first battle of the Four Outstanding Heroes had ended in such a disastrous defeat?
A nightmare scene from ten years ago had reappeared!
Liu Li was stunned, her gaze somewhat lifeless.
Jiang Fan was right.
They were destined to lose!
Defeat without any dignity!
"Jiang Fan, will we lose?" Liu Li bit her red lips.
She bit so hard that traces of blood appeared on her lips.
Seeing her in such pain, Jiang Fan set down the melon he was holding.
He sighed slightly, "If nothing unexpected happens, we will lose."
Even the weakest West Monarch had the strength to instantly kill a Hun Yuan.
It was hard to see any hope of victory for the Mainland Demon Race.
"I'll go!"
A cold and composed voice echoed through the grand hall.
It was Shen Tu.
Even in the face of low morale among the demons, he remained calm.
With heavy steps, he walked directly towards Wu Meng.
