Luo Sen stands suspended in the air, a golden halo behind his head, glowing with radiant brilliance.
Like the great sun hanging in the sky.
Yet his expression does not look good.
As the Sun Tribe was the first to ally with the Martial Clan, their interests are deeply tied together. Now, the outcome of this gambling battle will decide whether the Martial Clan can unify the Mysterious Realm. But the Tian Ce Clan has won the first round.
This puts them in an extremely passive situation.
Poseidon sits on the blue water wave throne, his expression hard to discern.
Fingers gently tapping the armrest of the throne.
Ripples spread in the water.
Poseidon's deep voice echoes in the air: "Next will be the second flag-capturing team battle. Each side will send ten powerhouses below the Saintly Honor Realm into the arena barrier. Inside the barrier, each occupies a city, and whoever can be the first to capture the flag atop the opponent's city will be the final victor!"
