When two hours had passed, Qiu Yonghao finally let out a deep sigh, retiring alongside his two mates. A powerful surge of power was expelled from the Saint Bead, pushing them to the edge of the stadium. The Warrior Temple’s situation was now irreversible. So far, they had fewer than thirty points in total.
Qiu Yonghao’s unsightly complexion reached almost the point of bleeding. He did not keep watching, turning around to leave the stadium, heading back to sulk in his terrace.
With one less competitor, the clashes inside the Saint Bead not only did not reduce, but instead became even more frantic.
In particular, after the Mage Temple’s domain gradually united, its power expanded more and more, with the fusion of wind, darkness and earth. Their domain was like magic, and the overlaid boosts on it looked no weaker than the Knight Temple. It was because of their increasingly domineering performance that the Warrior Temple was forced to back down.
