Chapter 711

• Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere in the arena slowly warmed up, and an hour was quickly approaching its end.
• On the throne of the third place in the tenth row of the Blood Throne, Zhou Yan sits quietly, and the purple spirit refines the virtual fire to cover the whole body, like the **** of fire, but there is murderous intent in the deep purple pupils, cold and cold. Needle, it seems that I can't wait.
• Whereas the fourth ** throne, Ye Wuque, kept the same movement, motionless.