The rolling smoke slowly dissipated, and thousands of eyes gathered inside the purple light prison array, all anticipating Nan Meng to walk out from within.
At that moment, finally a figure struggled out of the smoke, but it wasn't Nan Meng, it was the blood-soaked Zhenhun.
Wow—
The whole venue erupted into an uproar, the noise shaking the heavens.
"How is it possible! How could General Nan be defeated?"
"Damn! To think there was a sneak attack!"
"How shameless can you get? To stoop to backstabbery! Won't they be laughed at for spreading such news?"
"This round doesn't count!"
"Have we lost again?"
The citizens couldn't accept this outcome, and they cursed loudly; if not for the barrier of the purple light prison array, Zhenhun would probably have been drowned by their spit.
Qin Jun was also grim-faced amid the crowd; he had not anticipated this outcome either.
"He's not dead yet," Guan Yu said, opening his phoenix eyes indifferently, making Qin Jun's eyes light up.
