11 Kills!
A kill count in red was shown on the screen!
Currently, as Liu Zilang held his 98K in his arms, he looked as if he radiated red light.
It was the shade of red of one showered in blood!
From the player zone on the stage, the Ghost players walked off the stage blankly, becoming the second North America team after TSM to be eliminated.
Since TSM was wiped out by SKK, the top team in the world, they were not overly upset when they left their seats.
On the other hand, the Ghost players felt...terrible.
When the reached the edge of the stage, the Ghost players turned to look at the big screen.
As they looked at the imposing figure of the lonely player through the caster's view, they felt a familiar aura.
'Is this the solidarity of an expert?
'Perhaps it's not too bad to be killed by a player like that, is it?'
When they thought about this, they felt slightly better.
