Then, there was a tide of murmuring discussions.
"My God! She actually won! That was a Demon Clan close to Totem Level!"
"By Blood Sacrifice Sword... This woman is too ruthless to herself!"
"Does the Human Race still have such a genius?"
"Unfortunately, judging by her appearance, she must have paid a great price..."
"What's the use of winning this battle? The situation is already set, the Human Race still lost."
Amidst these chaotic discussions, Noelle Quinn struggled to stand on the stage, her body finally reached its limit.
Her vision went black, and her delicate figure softened as she fell backward.
"Noelle!"
Zane Drake's eyes burned with rage, his figure like lightning, immediately rushing onto the stage, catching the falling Noelle Quinn and carefully carrying her down.
He immediately channeled his Spiritual Power, carefully checking her physical condition.
However, the more he checked, the grimmer Zane Drake's face became, ultimately turning a ghostly pale.
