Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Zhang Yi glanced at him and said, "Just be at ease! You can't lose."

Of course he can’t lose, Zhang Yi has a sure-win method.

Only then did Pajigesang breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I don’t know where Zhang Yi gets such confidence from, I believe Zhang Yi will send out powerful subordinates to fight.

The first game ended with Pajigsang admitting defeat.

There was a burst of extremely excited shouting from the camp of the three allied forces.

This greatly boosted their morale.

Meanwhile, at Pudge's house, there was a somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Paji Gesang looked at his personal guard Solang Deji.

This is the first warrior and the strongest fighting force of the Pudge family. He and Pudge Gesan are almost inseparable.

Even when he slept, he slept in the room next to Paji Gesang.

"Solang Deji, it's your turn!"

Pajigesang glanced at Zhang Yi and said to him, "Do your best. If you are truly defeated, surrender. We have a noble person to back us up."

Solang Deji hesitated for a moment.

He didn't want to be a laughing stock and would rather die in battle.

However, he is very important to the Pudge family. Once an alien like him dies in battle, it will be a heavy blow to the Pudge family.

For the sake of justice, he cannot die.

As Paji Gesang's personal guard, Solang Deji is not a reckless person and is very smart.

So he nodded: "Yes, Master, I will keep your instructions in mind!"

On the other side, after winning, Gler turned around and looked into the distance.

He was looking at his own head of the family, Lamin Oju.

It was extremely difficult for him to win this battle. He was almost at the end of his strength now. If he continued to fight, there would be no possibility of survival.

Lamin Oju looked at Deji who was standing beside him.

"Chiba, my people have already won a round. Shouldn't we change people?"

"Change players? Master Lamin, don't you understand the rules of the rotation battle?"

Before Deji could speak, Xiazha Jiacuo on the other side sneered.

"In a life-or-death battle, only cowards would leave the battlefield. A true warrior would take it as his honor to fight to the end!"

"Now that the women of the Lamin family are in charge, have all the men of the Lamin family become cowards?"

Xiazha Jiacuo certainly didn't want Gelu to retreat.

Because the next person to appear is from their Xiazha family.

He would rather let Gler die than let him force the opponent's warrior to use some tactics before he dies, and it would be best if he could inflict heavy damage!

"Nonsense! Xiazha Gyatso, you'd better take that back!"

Lamin Ozhu stared at Xiazha Gyatso fiercely.

But Xiazha Gyatso didn't care at all. He sneered and said, "Those who enter the arena must fight to the death and are not allowed to leave halfway!"

He looked at Deji and said, "Otherwise, if we lose this battle, how can we save the reputation of our three families and the reputation of Sangjia Monastery?"

Deji glanced at Lamin Ouzhu indifferently, with an irresistible look in his eyes.

"Master Ramin, let that warrior fight like a man to the end!"

Lamin Oju suppressed the anger in his heart and clenched his fists.

But in the end, she could only grit her teeth and say, "Okay!"

Geller did not wait for the order to leave.

Although he already knew this would be the outcome, he still had a glimmer of hope.

But he was helpless about the result.

"Die, then die!"

Gelu slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and prayed to the Buddha, hoping that he could enter the Western Paradise after his death.

Then he opened his eyes, a look of determination in them.

Soon, Solang Deji appeared on the battlefield.

In his hand he held a Vajra Staff, which was nearly as tall as a person, bronze in color, and shaped like a long staff, but with a sharp cone at the end.

Solang Deji walked onto the battlefield, looked at Gele with a determined look on his face, and slowly and firmly raised his left palm in front of his chest.

"Gler, I'm here to take you on your way!"

Solang Deji held the Vajra stick in his hand and looked at Gele with neither joy nor sadness in his eyes, only murderous intent.