This was the homeground advantage. Whenever Tao Yunxiao went onstage, there would be a myriad of cheers.
It was already late in the afternoon, with the sun setting in the west. The Kingdom’s selection Mortal Blood’s final round had taken an entire day.
“Do you need to rest?” Zhang Tan asked. They were originally planning to hold the final round over two days, so the the battle between Yi Yun and Tao Yunxiao could be left to the next day.
“There’s no need,” Tao Yunxiao shook his head. In the previous matches, he hardly used any energy because the Tao tribal clan’s elites would immediately admit defeat against him. So Tao Yunxiao always maintained his optimal state.
Yi Yun was no different.