Oli and many of the regional representatives were motionless. They couldn't help but stare at the lifeless corpse of the large wolf.
"I suppose…" Lady Inka sighed and looked back at the rabbit. "By necessity, Fotain will be seen as the victor of the match. Please, return to your seat. Numbers 7 and 8?"
No time was given for the young cultivators to take in what had just happened. All they could do was watch the badger of the Scale Region go down and pick up the corpse, along with the golden spike. At the same time, Zelsh and the female king of Tempest Prefecture held up their tiles.
"Go ahead, Vant."
Before she said anything, the female king took a moment to think and reevaluate the situation. She then asked, "Why not Tilgron?"
"Why not Oliver?" Zelsh replied sarcastically. "Hurry up, Lymba. Don't make us wait."
"Fine then…"
