"If you've got the guts, come out and fight me for three hundred rounds!"
"You turtle bastard, all you know is hiding!"
The three of them cursed furiously.
Wang Ye's voice rang out on the arena again. He hooked his finger.
The blood in the three men's bodies suddenly got yanked out.
It flew out through their pores.
"This..."
"My blood."
"I concede, spare me!"
They felt the fresh blood in their bodies draining at high speed.
Blood Qi filled the arena.
Terror flashed in the three men's eyes.
At this rate, their blood would definitely be sucked dry.
Seeing this, Wang Ye smiled faintly and thrust out a palm.
The three of them, together with the Blood Qi on the arena, were all slammed back into the platform.
Even more bizarre, that Blood Qi actually flowed back into the three bodies.
Only when they landed on the ground did the three finally stop panicking; cold sweat was already pouring down their foreheads.
This scene set off a huge uproar.
