Xue Bailiu was momentarily bewildered.
Because he was on the verge of leading the Tao Country Camp to completely annihilate the enemies from both the Demon Country and Immortal Country Camps, he alone had amassed over 300,000 Military Fortune Points.
How was it that just when victory seemed certain, a massive black hand suddenly appeared, overshadowing everything?
As he was transported outside the main hall in his daze.
He heard the astonished cries of eight or nine hundred students who had also been transported there.
He followed everyone's gaze.
He saw, on the ancient battlefield's sky projection at the Immortal Institute, that at this moment...
A gigantic black hand had appeared on all the battlefields, rewriting everything on the third day.
"Ah... this is possible!"
"Choosing the Demon Country Camp means you can't possibly lose!"
Amid the resentful cries of some students.
Xue Bailiu silently looked at the score points of the three camps.
He saw:
