"This... this this this..."
The audience was so shocked that they were left speechless.
After several matches, the image of Fearless in everyone's mind was that of a shameless self-destructing priest, with no technical skills to speak of.
But just now, his casting time and angle were so precise that he was hardly inferior to this group of god-level experts.
No one expected this priest to have such skills.
"Die!"
Seeing that Fearless had just irritated him at a crucial moment, the members of the Pantheon did not go easy on him; Apollo raised his hand, and a row of daggers pierced Fearless's body.
"Boom!"
Flames erupted, and Fearless was instantly killed.
At this moment, only Wang Yu remained from the Crowd of Misfits Team on the battlefield.
"Truly the strongest team in the world!"
As he faced the nine members of the Pantheon, Wang Yu stood calmly in place, exuding an overwhelming aura. Although he hadn't moved, everyone from the Pantheon felt a wave of pressure sweeping over them.
"Stop talking nonsense! It's just you now, hurry up and surrender!" Zeus shouted from the back of the group, holding his staff.
"Surrender? Heh!"
Wang Yu leisurely rolled up his sleeves, his clothes moving as if stirred by an invisible wind.
"I didn't e here to surrender; I came to take the championship!"
As soon as he said the word "championship
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