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Chapter 3045 completely out of control

The changes that occurred in the arena left everyone in shock. They did not expect that such a thing would happen.

At this moment, the audience feels as if they have seen the abyss of purgatory and are walking towards it.

If you are not careful, you will fall into it and there is no possibility of escape.

"What on earth is going on? How could there be such a terrifying thing underneath the arena?"

Including the managers, everyone looked at the sea of ​​magma and fire exposed after the collapse of the arena, with shocked expressions.

Especially the audience, they were even more frightened.

When I think about watching death matches in this kind of environment on weekdays, I feel a trembling feeling in my soul.

"Open the door quickly, I want to get out of here!"

Some spectators wailed loudly. Although they could be resurrected from the dead, they were unwilling to endure this kind of fearful torture.

"You can't open the door, and you absolutely can't let them go!"

Seeing that the arena had collapsed, the monks' expressions became more and more anxious. They guessed that there were not enough corpses, which was why such a disaster occurred.

In this case, continue to sacrifice and sacrifice until the seal is completely firmly suppressed.

Following the order, various spells were continuously performed, and the panicked audience was continuously thrown into the abyss of fire.

They uttered desperate curses, but it had no effect at all. They fell into the magma in despair and were swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire in an instant.

More and more spectators were thrown into it, and the boiling sea of ​​magma and fire seemed to be calming down.

"It's working, let's keep up the hard work!"

When the elders on the management side saw this, they looked surprised and secretly remembered the incident.

Once the seal is about to be broken, a large number of human sacrifices will be used to maintain the stability of the seal.

Although it sounds a bit cruel, in the spiritual realm where death can be resurrected, it is nothing at all.

Other monks also saw hope, gritted their teeth and increased their output, and more and more spectators were thrown into the sea of ​​fire.

But at the same time, the number of red-haired monsters running out of the corpse pit became more and more numerous.

These red-haired monsters launch indiscriminate attacks. With the emergence of the sea of ​​magma and fire, the monsters have become more and more crazy and ferocious.

The arena was in chaos. The duelists and monks were fighting independently, completely losing command and control.

Either fight against the attack of the red-haired monster, or push the audience continuously into the sea of ​​lava and fire, and the roaring and wailing sounds are endless.

The atmosphere of despair has enveloped the arena.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, another change occurred in the sea of ​​magma and fire.

Countless bubbles burst and exploded, sending up puffs of black smoke, as if something was about to emerge from beneath the magma.

This scene made the monks feel uneasy and didn't know how to deal with it.

"Quick, if you drop more sacrifices, there must be not enough corpses for sacrifice!"

The elders on the management side seemed to believe that the crisis could only be solved through sacrifice, so they urged loudly with anxious faces.

Or if you have no other solution, you will find a way and make the final struggle.

Those duelists and monks could only grit their teeth at this moment and continue to throw sacrifices into the sea of ​​fire.

Those innocent spectators were in bad luck again.

Unexpectedly, the bubbles in the magma are getting more and more dense, like a boiling pot. It seems that no matter how many sacrifices are thrown in, it will be useless.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the height of the sea of ​​magma and fire was constantly increasing, and the bronze jars were floating upward.

From the continuously rolling magma, figures wrapped in flames suddenly emerged, stretching their necks and letting out silent roars.

Judging from the number and appearance of these figures, it was obvious that they were spectators who had just been thrown into the sea of ​​lava fire for sacrifice. They were not burned to coke, but turned into terrifying monsters wrapped in magma.

The monks who had been desperately trying to capture the audience and throw them into the sea of ​​lava and fire were all dumbfounded at this moment.

They found that by doing this, not only failed to strengthen the seal, but actually made the situation worse.

Especially those spectators who were thrown in have turned into monsters, making the already critical situation even worse.

By this time, no one was thinking about offering sacrifices anymore, but began to worry that the seal would not be stable.

Originally suppressed by the power of the seal, the monks only needed to continuously strengthen it to suppress the demon.

The seal is the cage, and strengthening the seal is maintaining the door lock.

No matter how powerful the demon is, as long as the door lock is still there, he cannot break out of the cage and escape.

But once the seal is broken and the devil breaks out of the cage, the situation will become completely different.

In front of the gods, all living beings are like ants and have no qualifications to fight against them.

All the monks put together cannot be the opponent of the devil. Needless to say, the consequences of resistance will be.

What we fear most is not death, but that life is worse than death.

But so far, no suitable solution has been found, and we can only grit our teeth and hold on.

But looking at the current situation, it seems that it can no longer hold on because the seal is on the verge of collapse.

Just when my mind was filled with worries, the height of the sea of ​​​​fire magma had increased rapidly, and it was only a short distance from the ground.

After discovering this situation, the spectators around the stands evaded one after another, fearing that they would be swept away by the lava that might overflow at any time.

The more you were afraid of something, the more it would come. But in the blink of an eye, the magma had already reached the ground level, and then swept towards the surrounding stands and spread.

The scorching heat ignited the items in the stands, and thick smoke rose into the sky, which could be seen even from a very long distance away.

The figures struggling and wailing in the magma crawled in all directions along the rolling flowing magma.

Their target of attack is naturally not the audience, but the monks and duelists who threw themselves into the lava.

There are also some monsters gathered together at this moment, crawling around holding bronze jars.

The tortured person imprisoned in the bronze jar has long since turned into a monster, opening his mouth and continuously spraying lava.

Both the spectators and the duelists were immediately transformed into fireballs after being showered with lava.

Only the monks dodge faster and did not suffer much losses at this moment.

But the situation in the Death Arena was completely out of control, and even they were powerless.

In this case, the only thing that can be done is to evacuate the place quickly.

Otherwise, staying here will only mean dying in vain, which means nothing at all.

"Everyone listen to my order, evacuate the arena immediately, and then establish a second blockade!"

The elders of the management side have issued the fate of retreat, which means that the sealing operation has failed.

Establishing a second line of defense sounds nice, but in fact it is just self-deception.

If they can't even maintain the seal, what ability do they have to withstand the devil after the seal is broken?

Maybe they only have one thing on their minds.

That is how to escape from this dangerous city in the shortest possible time to avoid being affected by the wrath of the devil.

And use the shortest time to spread the news, so as to obtain the assistance of higher-level monks.

As for the people in the giant city, they have no time to care about it now. The most they can do is spread the news and let them find a way to escape and survive.

At a time like this, when you have too much time to take care of yourself, how can you have time to care about the life and death of others?


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