Kapitel 569: The Individual Tournament 5

The expressions of everyone could not be any weirder as they tried to comprehend and digest what they were seeing. The undead who were rushing out of the portal also slowed down as their bones rattled in dismay. 

On the pitch, the 90 followers of Warm Spring were beaten, battered, and exhausted. It showed on their faces and on their bodies, as most of their pristine white robes were covered in blood or tar. 

However, the humans themselves gave the crowd shock. Despite all their suffering, being cut, gnawed on, bashed, and punched, they were laughing. That's right, they were actually laughing. 

Their eyes had widened to the limit, their pupils focused yet narrowed. Their lips were pulled apart as wide as possible, showing their pristine white teeth that were coasted with blood; whether theirs or not was unknown.