Under the premise of an extremely high tolerance for error, the foreign heavenly pride, who had been hesitating, suddenly became filled with righteous indignation.
They clamored to enter the arena, wanting to suppress the boastful human, Jiang Hui, the Ten Crown King, and to show him "there's always a higher mountain, always a bigger sky."
If they couldn't defeat him alone, it didn't matter—they had numbers. Even relying on human sea tactics, they intended to wear him down right there.
After all, it wasn't as if they could die, so let it hurt.
After all, if it happened to be their own lucky strike that managed to suppress him, that would count as a merit worthy of reward.
However, very soon,
it was just the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
The group of foreign heavenly pride who charged into battle were all howling in misery as they were forcefully teleported out, falling from the sky like dumplings.