Lu Ming failed to be selected

"Brother Shi mo, brother Peng, how should we proceed with this exchange? why don't you give us your opinion?"

Di Feng smiled as he looked at a golden-robed young man among the corpse demons and demons.

"In ninedragons, your empyrean heaven divine Palace definitely has the advantage in terms of the number of geniuses. If all of you go up, we'll naturally be at a disadvantage. How about this? for each level, each of the three sides will send out ten people and take turns to compete. When one side is completely eliminated, the side with the most people remaining will win. What do you think?"

The demonic corpse opened his mouth. His voice was extremely hoarse, like the sound of metal rubbing against each other.

"Good, this is exactly what I want!"

The Golden-robed young man of the demon clan spoke. Clearly, he was the leader of the geniuses of the demon clan.