The direct descendants on the third level looked at the four elders in the sky with expressionless faces, but a huge storm was raging in their heart. The elders had arrived neither early nor late, they had arrived at precisely the right moment.
Everyone's gaze turned to the arena and the three young masters who had been injured after a bitter struggle.
Three of Domingle's six arms had been broken, while the others were filled with injuries. Large wounds had appeared on Luo Tian's hands where a spider beast's poison had hit him. As for Jasmine, who possessed the weakest strength in close quarters fighting and who was being protected by the other two, she only had a few holes in her dress and no injuries.
The majority of the beasts had been slightly injured, but only two of them had been killed. If the four elders had not appeared, the three young masters would have died in less than a few minutes.
What a pity.
