If Spilt Water Can't Be Regained were to suffer a defeat this time, who then would shoulder the burden of the Arena of Life and Death?
Could it be... that the Huaxia region would truly become the world's laughing stock?
Players instantly felt a panic rising. Their gaze lingered on Spilt Water Can't Be Regained. They were sincerely hoping to grant him some strength and luck, hoping that he could turn the tables once again in this battle for life and death.
However, before any of them could voice their regret, they incredulously found that the yellow dust in the air suddenly shrunk back, reforming into the shape of a Sand Puppet, launching a lively attack on the Ghost Prison General.
"Thud!"
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