The atmosphere of the night became strange.
The people who had already won held their breaths. A chill went from their tailbones to their skulls. Their hearts were beating non-stop as if they were going to jump out of their throats in the next moment.
In the next second, they saw the darkness in the distance clearly.
One of them was covered in blood, emitting a strong stench. He stood up stiffly, his eyes red, looking extremely terrifying under the cover of the night.
And the position this person was standing at was the spot where their fourth brother had died.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"Resurrected from the dead? No, what the hell, I'm seeing the devil!"
"It's over, it's all over!"
Immediately, a few people who were unable to maintain their composure and had unstable dao hearts turned pale. They shouted and their eyes drifted as they scattered in all directions with light footsteps.
"Don't run!"