Qiu Muyun had a bitter expression on his face as he carefully climbed onto the platform and pulled Li Yuanqing down.
"Brother Li, now is not the time to look at the scenery. If we really fight later, it will be fatal. Let's leave quickly."
"It's starting."
"What's starting?"
Qiu Muyun curiously followed Li Yuanqing's finger and looked over. To his surprise, he realized that the person on the arena had already changed. The one standing in front of Ye Qiluo just now was a bull-headed demon. At this moment, it was the president of the demon race.
President Zhu stood in front of Ye Qiluo with a solemn expression.
"Where was that person just now? Why is he gone?"
"Just continue watching."
Just as Li Yuanqing was speaking, the two people in the arena also moved.
President Zhu held a black iron heavy sword in his hand and raised it high, slashing at Ye Qiluo's face.