"Go, kill him…"
"Defend, defend…"
" Three Summoned Generals, one to attack his lower body, one to defend, one to attack his upper body, and one to summon a Sharpshooter and a Battle Mage to kill him from a distance. We'll definitely be able to kill him…"
In the arena of the largest bar in Flying Spirits Dungeon, the air was a little turbid. The burnt smell of the roasted demon rats mixed with the unique aroma of the bitter root wine, the smell of sweat and tobacco from the roaring men, and the various scents from the charming women stimulated everyone outside the arena. The men gulped down the wine and hugged the scantily dressed coquettish women beside them. They widened their eyes. Bloodline Streamer shouted loudly as he stared at the battle in the arena with excitement and nervousness.
Before the battle began, many people had already placed their bets, so everyone's attention was now focused on the arena.
