Outside the Colosseum, on the street, Fangsheng lay amidst the shattered ruins. The Blood Qi around him had completely dissipated, and his chest showed no rise or fall at all, making him look as though he were truly dead.
Sensing the situation outside, Fangsheng noted that the War Priest had turned into a ruthless harvesting machine, wantonly slaughtering the gladiators. By this time, the gladiators had begun to mount a desperate resistance, but unless the Lord of Skulls granted them a blessing, these gladiators were merely offering themselves up as food.
Concentrating once more to sense the outside world, Fangsheng evaluated it calmly in his heart: It's completely meaningless... Big Brawny has already locked horns with this War Priest, so he should be able to hold out for quite a while.
Chapter 321