C630 The End of the Conspirator

"Beep..." Beep, beep, beep …

Dian Feng leaned on his sword and gasped for breath heavily. He felt tired.

Yes, tired.

Looking at the corpses that covered the arena, he did not know what to say. He was feeling conflicted; he had not expected so many people to fearlessly come up to him.

In order to get that percentage, people kept coming up.

Sanlun had killed everything