Time gradually reached dusk.
The Suicide Group still had not been chosen as the Ghost Team.
Chu Ge, Xiao Poor Thing, and Xiao Hero all felt somewhat heavy-hearted.
Could it be that on the last day, they had no hope of becoming the Ghost Team even once?
They certainly didn't want to keep running away.
Under the crimson sky, Chu Ge and Xiao Poor Thing were jogging on the ground, while Xiao Hero soared above, his eagle eyes scanning in all directions.
Now, aside from the Ghost Team and Emperor Luosheng, they also had to guard against enemies from other Survival Arenas.
Enemies from the advanced arenas could hide underground, which was truly terrifying; even Chu Ge was very cautious, fearing that another black python might suddenly burrow out.
"Survival Team 'Rashomon' has annihilated Survival Team 'Spicy Sichuan Wontons'!"
The cold female voice rang out once again.
This Survival Competition had become a one-man show for Emperor Luosheng.
