The steam fog slowly cleared up revealing a bright and sunny morning.
In the middle of the street, Ambrose and Arsenal fought for the twisted blade.
"Ngh…" Ambrose narrowed his eyes.
"Aaah…" Arsenal felt very uncomfortable as his chameleon's tongue tried to pull the blade towards him.
However, he was simply unsuccessful in beating Ambrose in a battle of strength!
Ding, ding!
At that moment, bells rang across the entire island.
Following that, the black smoke emerged from the jungle and started to slowly corrupt the town.
Ambrose's eyes widened in shock as he saw the black smoke return and realized what was happening.
'The black smoke must be forcing players to move closer to the center of the island, and the ones who don't will die.
'It's forcing players to encounter each other by making the island even smaller!'
Ambrose realized that he had not much more time to waste.
