Mu Bai's momentum dropped, and he quickly moved forward with his sword in hand, frantically charging into the oncoming crowd.
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Soon, when there were only a thousand people left including Mu Bai, Qing Ming's voice came again, announcing the end of the second round of trials.
Mu Bai's body was half-kneeling on the ground. He was extremely tired and his vision was blurred.
Although he is very strong, he has been fighting for five consecutive days and nights. It is a miracle that he can survive until now.
Faced with the siege of many prisoners, no matter how strong he was, he would still be injured. His body was very transparent and only a vague shadow could be seen, and his soul seemed to be broken at any time.
If it weren't for the soul defense of this armor, he might have died in this battlefield just now. After all, most of the prisoners were targeting him.
"This guy is still alive!"
"Entering the third round of trials, our situation is very bad."
"This is over!"
All the prisoners looked at Mu Bai with horrified expressions. If they had one more hour, they would definitely be able to kill Mu Bai with their strength.
"Ha ha ha ha"
Mu Bai smiled coldly, gritted his teeth, and before standing up, his eyes scanned the people in front of him one by one, and said, "You are so disappointed that you failed to kill me. Entering the last round of trials is the time for your death."
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"You...don't be too proud! It's not certain who will die in whose hands by then!"
"Yeah?"
Mubai's eyes shone with an astonishing blood, apparently unable to control the violent energy accumulated in his heart.
After all, he had killed more than 20,000 prisoners. This invisible accumulation of murderous thoughts was very terrifying, but compared with Shura's murderous thoughts, it was still far behind.
The prisoners in front of him were all frightened out of their wits.
Mu Bai snorted coldly.
At this time, Qing Ming flew over with more than a hundred envoys.
Qing Ming pointed to a steep mountain peak in the distance.
The abrupt rocks on the mountain peak are densely packed like sharp long knives.
"This is Iron Thorn Mountain. Whoever can stand on the top of the mountain last can leave here alive."
Everyone was shocked and finally reached the last moment.
Mu Bai said: "If I do it, will I be free?"
"Um?"
Qing Ming's face turned cold, and he had faint murderous intentions.
The murderous intent penetrated deep into Mu Bai's soul, as if he was in an ice cave.
"Bold!" an envoy shouted angrily, about to take action.
Qing Ming restrained his murderous intent and said calmly: "Exchange equipment for them."