Su Luo whispered to comfort her, "If he lives his whole life but treats Li Yaoyao as a treasure, then life is really worse than death."

Zi Yan thought about it and found Su Luo’s words made sense, but she was still full of regrets: “But it’s a pity that the second senior brother didn’t see the true face of that bitch Li Yaoyao until the last moment. If he wasn’t so stubborn in the morning, he wouldn’t have died.”

Su Luo smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If it weren't for the last moment of his life, how could he see Li Yaoyao's true face?"

Only at the critical moment of life and death will Li Yaoyao's true face be revealed and Situ Ming will despair. This is the destined disaster of Situ Ming.

"But that's good, you'll be sure to win." Su Luo looked in a good mood.

If Li Yaoyao and the others were wiped out, then four strong men from the tower would join Zi Yan’s group, and there would be a total of six strong men. How would Beichenying and Zi Yan deal with it? Now, the four strong men from the tower should be dead.

"The four people are not dead yet, and they have not decided the outcome with Li Yaoyao. It seems a bit too early to say that." Zi Yan's expression was a little worried.

Su Luo shook his head, "Look, Li Yaoyao really can't die this time."

As the saying goes, a good person does not live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years. Li Yaoyao is the disaster.

At this time, the scene on the battle stage was a bit funny.

Situ Ming fell down, but he died with his eyes wide open, his eyes wide open, and he looked straight in the direction of Li Yaoyao.

Li Yaoyao's spine was cold when he looked at her, and her heart trembled. She held Zhuzi timidly and refused to let go.

The four great men of the tower walked towards the pillar where Li Yaoyao was, as if they had agreed.

Step by step.

Every step made a loud noise.

A powerful sense of oppression enveloped Li Yaoyao.

"No, don't come over, don't come over..." Li Yaoyao shook her head desperately.

However, the four strong men from the tower were completely unmoved, with their steps neatly and their voices deafening.

Finally, the four of them stood in front of the cylinder.

Above the cylinder, Li Yaoyao's legs were tightly clamped against the cylinder, and she refused to come down.

Things are deadlocked here.

The four people below couldn't get up, and Li Yaoyao above couldn't get down.

With Situ Ming's death, the influence of the blood sacrifice on them is gradually weakening.

Moreover, in their consciousness, there is no word loss, only eight words to fight to the end, and after death.

Four strong men from the tower looked at each other, and then stretched out their right hands neatly.

"Bang--" Four right fists hit the cylinder hard.

Even the cylinder made of deep sea black iron can't withstand their full blow.

The cylinder shook, and Li Yaoyao above burst into a sharp scream.

Su Luo frowned: "Why do you feel that the strength of the four strong men in the tower has recovered a little?"

Nangong Liuyun frowned: "Well, the effect of the blood sacrifice is gradually disappearing."

Su Luo stared at Li Yaoyao with an unexpected look. If Li Yaoyao came down now, she could still win, but as time gradually passed, her chances of winning would gradually decrease until she died.

"Tell her about this." Su Luo said helplessly.

She didn't want to save Li Yaoyao, but she didn't want to waste the blood sacrifice effect that Situ Ming had exchanged for his life.

If Li Yaoyao dies and the four strong men in the tower return to their original strength, Zi Yan and the others will be in trouble.
Chapter completed!