"Hahaha, Poseidon, you truly did not disappoint me!"
Zhao Xing's face was filled with a smug and satisfied smile.
This was the first time he had shown such a proud smile since the Ancient Divine Abyss wager battle began.
In contrast, the strongmen of the Tiance Clan looked distressed.
Each one of them appeared as if they were in mourning.
Fang Tianchi's expression reached an extreme of unpleasantness, finally understanding the reason for his sudden premonition.
It turned out that the strongman from the Water Clan had defected at the last moment.
He looked at the blood mist in the air that belonged to Fang Tianlei, then at Poseidon, whose face was indifferent as if nothing concerned him, and finally at Zhao Xing, whose face was full of the satisfaction of a successful revenge. Fang Tianchi clenched his fists tightly, his teeth gritting audibly.
No, it wasn't just him.
Every strongman of the Tian Ce Clan was the same.
