Bang bang bang!
The ground cracked open, and Balu's broken body carved hundreds of meters of ravines underground before finally coming to a stop.
"Holy Son! Holy Son!"
The beast disciples couldn't believe what was happening in front of them, but they still flew away in the direction of Balu immediately.
If Balu died in front of them, in this tower of trial, it would be difficult for them to live again.
Nothing is more important than your own life.
Even if they didn't know why Ye Fan suddenly turned defeat into victory, they didn't care much. They just wanted to check Balu's situation as soon as possible.
These orc disciples also transformed one by one, increasing their speed.
They soon found Balu dying in a ravine.
At this moment, Balu was no longer the arrogant God of War before. The dragon scales were shattered into flesh and blood, and a hole was opened in his chest, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
"Get away... get away!"
"No need...help me!"
"Orc warriors...even if they die in battle, they must fall facing the enemy!"
Balu pushed away several orc disciples who wanted to help him up.
He blocked the blood hole in his chest with one hand, supported the gully with the other and stood up, looking at Ye Fan in mid-air.
"This battle... I lost!"
"Tell me! Where you came from!"
Balu asked loudly while coughing up blood.
Such a scene made Mark helplessly shake his head.
The vitality of these orcs is really tenacious. If it were an ordinary human being, if he suffered such serious injuries, his body would have collapsed long ago. This person could still shout out, which was even more outrageous than the bull demons.
You must know that the punch he just punched was not just ordinary power, but also contained the infinite offensive sharpness of the imperial soldiers, which would constantly destroy the opponent's flesh and blood.
That kind of pain is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
The fact that this person had such a will was recognized by Mark.
"Dajing Ye Fan, a disciple of Dean Gu Lan!"
Ye Fan told his origin.
With the strength of the Orcs, his origins can be easily found out, and there is no need to hide anything.
"Dajing, Ye Fan, Gu Lan..."
Balu muttered silently in his heart, as if he wanted to remember these names in his heart forever.
He canceled the dragon transformation state and spurted out a mouthful of blood again. The blood hole in his chest bloomed like a fountain.
Balu stuffed his hand into the blood hole to block it, and then took an imperial-grade healing elixir, and the bleeding stopped immediately.
Then, he took out a token.
"You won this battle."
"This is my orc clan's point token, and it belongs to you now."
Balu crushed the token, and the points in it were immediately transferred to the closest point token of another force.
The force closest to the Orcs is naturally Ye Fan.
Seeing the points in the token soar from single digits to double digits in an instant, Ye Fan showed a simple smile.
He didn't expect that just by standing up for the Bull Demon Clan, he could have such benefits.
"Please remember the name Balu. See you in the next finals. I will definitely defeat you!"
Crushing his points token, Balu activated the restriction on the Tower of Trial. His body began to become transparent and he was immediately teleported out.
The other beast disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Balu is the strongest among them, and all the points are in the hands of one of them.
Now that Balu is eliminated, they don't have a single point in their hands.
At this time, they had never thought about whether they should follow the footsteps of the Holy Son or find a way to get some points so that the Orcs could advance in this knockout round.
Not only have they not thought about it, but other forces in the God Realm have also not thought about such a thing.
At this time, outside the Tower of Trial.
Countless forces looked up at the five trial towers in the Thirty-Three Days of God's Domain. Near the trial towers, disciples from all forces were constantly being teleported out.
Most of them are disciples of the forces in the lower world.
This is also a normal situation, after all, the strength in the human world is the worst.
Even after entering the knockout rounds, they are still at the bottom of the rankings.
"Alas! Wrong bet again!"
"These forces in the human world are really more powerful than the others. It's harder to expect them to win spiritual stones than to expect charity from the seven tribes!"
"Hahaha! I staked Lanyan Academy, and I haven't found out that any of their disciples have been eliminated yet. I think it's a good idea."
"If Lanyan Academy can advance to a team in the knockout round, this time they will definitely be the strongest dark horse force in the competition of all races."
There was a lot of discussion among various forces, among which the most heated discussions were among the gamblers.
While they were discussing, an unexpected figure appeared in front of them.
"That's Balu, the Holy Son of the Beast Tribe. He was eliminated anyway, right?"
"Holy shit! I bet on the Beast Tribe to win the first place in the Tower of Beasts. I also bet on a thousand top-grade spiritual stones just to earn a piece of spiritual stone! Balu was eliminated. You didn't want me to lose to death!"
"I'm numb! I'm numb!"
"Hahaha! I bet ten spirit stones on the elimination of the beast race!"
Seeing Balu appear, some people were happy and some were sad.
Of course, the one who couldn't believe it the most was the accompanying elder of the beast tribe.
An Imperial Realm elder came to Balu immediately to heal his injuries.
Before he could ask why, another orc disciple with a bruised nose and face was eliminated.
Then one after another the beast disciples were eliminated.
Everyone's face was bright, but the injury was not as serious as Balu's.
"How is this going!"
The faces of the accompanying orc elders turned dark.
The other beast disciples lowered their heads and did not dare to answer.
They dare not say that a group of them was beaten by a group of people.
Just now, some of them wanted to avenge their holy son and proposed a group beating of Ye Fan.
There are so many of them, all of them are elites, how can they not be able to defeat a genius from the lower world, and a genius who has fought with his own Holy Son?
The result was obvious, they were beaten by Ye Fan.
"Elder, don't be angry yet."
"I'll tell you the reason."
At this time, Balu began to tell the accompanying elders what happened and the horror of Ye Fan's talent.
Whether it is magic power or the secret method of merging the imperial weapons, it is not something that ordinary saint-level disciples can learn to master.
Such a powerful genius is just from the lower realm, so it is possible to win over him.
If the wooing fails, the Orcs have other options.
"How could such a unicorn be born from a mere lower realm? You are not unjustly defeated!"
"If you fail in the knockout round this time, there will be another one, but the points you can get in the next knockout round will be lower."
"It seems that this time the Orcs won't be able to get a good ranking before the finals."
After hearing what happened and Ye Fan's strength, the accompanying orc elders did not continue to pursue the responsibility.
He looked at Balu and warned: "Your injury is not serious. Even if you have ancient dragon blood, it will take some time to recover. It is just a good opportunity to take a few days to retreat and prepare for the finals."
