Chapter 888

The remaining 20 Morbian men saw that their leader had run away. They followed suit, leaving the thought of the lucrative rewards behind. This was the most pathetic deathmatch ever to be held. There was no slaughter like this before. Cyrus was too powerful. He scared the shit out of the warriors from different countries as they had never witnessed Summerland's medical skills. All the daredevils turned into wimps in an instant. Cyrus hoped that through this deathmatch, he could let the foreign countries know that Summerland could not be taken advantage of. With 5,000 years of history, Summerland's ancient medicine had not fallen into obscurity. A Deathspore Array was enough to make these so-called experts suffer heavy casualties. As long as Cyrus was standing, these men would not dare to make any moves. He would have ample time to find the spies hiding in Summerland. Then, he would get rid of them one by one. Chris leaped and fell from 66 feet above. He stomped on Baron's head, ki