Chapter 1709 Disability Rate
A wave of replies seemed quite powerful.
When it's time to be arrogant, then you can't sink!
Otherwise, you are bound to be looked down upon!
Jin Yu, the deputy head of the Jinzun Temple of the God Race, frowned, with a strange look on his face.
At this time in the past, the human race would choose to obey, or simply not answer, so as not to make fun of themselves.
I didn't expect that the human race would be proud this time?
"Since the city lord Sikong has said so, then if the geniuses of my god clan don't show it, won't it live up to the good intentions of the city lord Sikong?"
"Children of the Protoss! Show your strength and let the geniuses of the race see if they are qualified to participate in this assessment!"
On the side, Lei Xiong, the deputy head of the God Race's Wind and Thunder Temple, laughed wildly, unrestrained.
swoosh swish...
Immediately, the sound of breaking wind came one after another, and the genius cultivators of the tens of thousands of gods flew directly towards the blood sacrifice field...
The eyes of everyone gathered here, and the expressions on their faces gradually became extremely solemn!
When these Protoss cultivators arrived at the Blood Sacrifice Field, the blood energy began to gather crazily!
The blood asuras who appeared and disappeared from time to time accompanied these Protoss genius cultivators, opened their bloody mouths and fangs, and sucked the blood of these Protoss genius cultivators...
These Protoss genius cultivators showed more or less painful expressions on their faces, and some even cried out in pain.
It only takes about ten seconds to pass through the blood sacrifice field at a normal speed, but it takes about three minutes to pass in this extremely painful state...
In other words, if you can persist in the blood sacrifice field for three minutes, you are basically stable.
In the first half, there were basically no Protoss practitioners who were eliminated, but in the second half, more and more Protoss practitioners began to roar...
The flesh and blood on their bodies were drained little by little, their eyes gradually became dull, and their bodies suddenly became trembling...
"I surrender!"
"I also admit defeat!"
"I surrender……"
...
More and more voices of begging for mercy and admitting defeat came. These were considered relatively lucky Protoss practitioners. Although they lost the opportunity to continue the assessment, they at least saved one life, but more Protoss genius practitioners did not feel forced. counting...
To put it bluntly, the arrogant gesture was vividly displayed, but in the end there was no progress!
"what……"
"It's so painful..."
"Don't...I don't want..."
"My face...my face hurts..."
"Don't bite my heart..."
"Huh...huhuhu...my legs..."
boom……
bang bang bang...
There was a sound of explosions, and I saw the blood on the blood sacrifice field, which was particularly obvious!
Everyone's eyes focused on this, and they were completely shocked at this moment.
They opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but in the end they could only be silent for the moment.
When the blood on their bodies was almost swallowed by the blood Shura, what awaited them was a self-destruction...
Self-destruction in the blood sacrifice field, blowing up the last bit of flesh and blood... Then it becomes the food of those blood asuras who appear and disappear...
Looking around in a circle, there are casualties...
When they first entered the Blood Sacrifice Field, there were tens of thousands of genius cultivators from the God Race, but in the end, only 900 people broke through!
The elimination rate is as high as 90%!
The casualty rate is as high as 70%!
Basically, if ten people enter, seven will die...
This is simply the Shura field, the man-devouring Shura field!