While Su Yu was in thought, the second match ended.0

For this match, Su Yu had picked a death spirit as his combatant as well. This time, nobody said much about it.0

The venue was still the ancient city.0

This match, everyone was more well-prepared. Zhao Shiji was the human combatant for this match. As the Zhao Family was more straightforward in nature, he was much less crafty than those from the Zhu Family. He wasn't weak, but he was targeted by seven or eight minor race experts right after entering the city.0

In less than a minute, he was forced into an ancient building. The divines and devils merely watched on indifferently. For them, it was perfectly normal to allow the minor races to steal the slot from the human race. After that, they would eliminate the minor races before moving on to the ancient races. Only after that would they fight among themselves.1

This was how things had always been. Su Yu watched on silently without saying anything. As for his death spirit, it merely roamed the city randomly. Every now and then, someone would be forced to hide inside an ancient building by the death spirit. He only needed to wait until the very end to receive his slots.0

Time passed slowly. When nearly half an hour had passed, Su Yu noted that several combatants had appeared near his death spirit. They did not attack....0