The final battle

On the fighting ring, there were only four martial artists below the third level of the spiritual ocean realm left. They looked at Lu Ming and the rest in horror.

Bang!

In the audience, in the wind sword sect's area, ye FA's body seemed to have been drained of all strength as he slumped in his chair.

His eyes were filled with despair.

The wind sword sect was finished.

The Qinghe twin monsters that he had paid a huge price to invite had died in battle, and the wind sword sect's patriarch had been killed. The wind sword sect's competition had ended here.

Originally, they only needed to win two more rounds to get into the top six and obtain at least three slots. But now, there was no hope at all.

They had already been eliminated.

All his plans and arrangements were in vain.