"Eighth Rank Third Layer Realm? How is this possible?"
Everyone was shocked beyond measure; the ancient battle spirit corresponding to Xu Ping'an was actually of the Eighth Rank Third Layer Realm?
"Fuck, there's a problem here, how can we fight this? A Sixth Rank Cultivator drawing out an Eighth Rank ancient battle spirit, and now there are five of them on the other side and only two on ours?" a Cultivator who was fighting in the Soul Fighting Arena cursed loudly.
The other Cultivators fighting in the arena were all bewildered as well.
Damn it, how could a Sixth Rank Cultivator draw an Eighth Rank Fighting Soul as an opponent?
Isn't this a death sentence?
Even the two Eighth Rank Strongmen were furiously cursing Xu Ping'an's ancestors at this moment.
"It's over, we are completely finished now; five Eighth Rankers, and only two on our side. If this continues, all these people will die."
"Indeed, who would dare to enter the arena now?"
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