529: Who will be the first contestant to appear?

The time reached 8:30.

In half an hour, the first battle would begin.

At this moment, dense swarms of drones suddenly flew out from the two Universe battleships.

The drones quickly surrounded the Shura Killing Field, arranging themselves neatly in the sky.

Then, they powered on!

"Clang!"

At this moment, whether in the Alien Land or the Human Race world.

All intelligent beings on this planet saw everything happening in the Ghost Forest through their electronic devices!

Everyone in the Human Race interior clearly understood that this contest between Prodigies would determine the future direction of the Human Race.

So all humans put down everything they were doing and focused on the battle!

The moment the drones illuminated the area.

The screens before everyone also flashed with images of the Shura Killing Field.

Some of the older generation instantly jumped up in excitement.

"It's the battlefield where King Star God fought back then!"

"Look, King Star God created a Miracle in that corner on the far right back then; there are still traces of the battle left!"

"This is good; if we can't win, we'll just invite the Divine Intent to possess us!"

"Sigh, but even if we win several rounds this time, there will definitely be a Martial God who dies. We can't possibly win all of them, can we?"

"If one dies... my heart aches!"

"The Other-race's Emperor-level will also die."

"Their Emperor-level isn't worth much; whether they die or not is none of my business."

"That's true."

...Within a ten-thousand-mile radius of the Shura Killing Field, no unrelated personnel were allowed to enter.

But beyond ten thousand miles, powerhouses were spread everywhere like ants; some flew in the sky, some were underground, and some watched the battle from the corridors of their own battle zones.

They grew increasingly nervous, eager to know which Genius would be the first to appear.

Soon, the time approached 8:45 AM!

Above the Shura Killing Field, dark clouds suddenly gathered, and thunder boomed.

Two spheres, filled with terrifyingly rich energy, suddenly descended.

Closely following were two life-and-death platforms.

The Martial Gods gambling their lives.

It was time for them to appear!

In the Human Race battleship, in the First Unit's vanguard camp ready room.

Ten Martial Gods sat in their positions, eyes closed in meditation.

Suddenly, a crisp, silvery bell rang out.

Everyone opened their eyes.

The Demon War God, without hesitation, stood up and walked towards the door.

Behind him, nine Martial Gods had grave expressions, slightly clenching their fists, wanting to cheer him on, but it wasn't the Demon War God going to fight.

Finally, they could only pray in their hearts, 'May the victor be us!'

Outside.

The Demon War God stepped out, directly leaping onto the life-and-death platform.

After his feet landed on the stone platform made of special Materials, a glowing barrier that sealed space suddenly rose from the edges of the platform.

Finally, the Demon War God was enclosed within a transparent cuboid, and the colorful emperor seal within him slowly emerged from his brow, floating at the top of the cuboid.

At this moment, a small circular hole appeared at the top.

Above the circular hole was the super energy laser cannon, condensed by the combined efforts of over a dozen Emperor-level powerhouses.

And the switch for this laser cannon was not in the referee's hand, but in the hands of the contestants.

The surrender button was also the button to activate the laser cannon above one's own head.

So presumably, no one would press it.

That left only one other activation method: the Shura Killing Field's self-sensing device.

Once both opponents entered, the sensing device would activate.

As soon as the Human Race's Qi disappeared, the Human Race's energy cannon would automatically activate.

The Other-race's would do the opposite.

Next, the Blood Clan Nine Ancestor slowly walked onto the Other-race's life-and-death platform, gazing at the Demon War God from afar.

Neither of them engaged in trash talk, as there was no need; they had already cursed each other for a long time during the meeting, and their mouths must have been dry.

But this time, everyone watching the battle became tense.

Especially the Human Race.

The one gambling his life from the other side was the Blood Clan Nine Ancestor!

So, correspondingly, shouldn't Lilith be the one to appear?

On the Demon War God's side, Lin Xianhuo was the one who appeared.

This... Lin Xianhuo can't fight Lilith, can she?

Lilith, by all accounts, should be matched against Xi He.

But if Lilith enters the arena, who will the Other-race send to fight Xi He?

However, if the Human Race anticipates Lilith and deliberately changes strategy to send Xi He, only for the other side not to send her... the most likely outcome would be a life for a life.

This was too difficult.

No wonder everyone said that while raw strength is one aspect, how to play one's cards is the most crucial part!

Doesn't this mean that the lives of Emperor-level powerhouses are more in the hands of the two sides' supreme commanders?

At this moment, in the main control room.

Jiang Shenyi's brows were also tightly furrowed.

He was also pondering whether the other side would try to get an early win by sending Lilith directly.

But would Lilith herself be willing? Because if she won, the heaven piercing crystal she would receive would only be the worst of the ten crystals above.

Jiang Shenyi fell into a dilemma.

Ultimately, he decided to cheat.

He made a direct call to the Prophet.

"Sister Li, can you help me calculate who the other side will send first?"

At this moment, Grandma Prophet was sitting in her room, wearing a ceremonial robe carved with dense symbols, with a compass, nameplates, and other instruments for divining heavenly secrets before her.

Facing Jiang Shenyi's urging, she snorted, "Wait, I'm calculating."

Magnificent light surged from her hands, and a vertical pupil suddenly opened from her brow, staring directly at the compass on the table in front of her.

Then, she slowly rotated the compass, made a strange gesture with her hands, and closed her eyes tightly, only her vertical pupil remained wide open.

The Prophet began to rapidly deduce the heavenly secrets, but as time passed minute by minute, the time reached 8:55 AM, and the Prophet still couldn't deduce the other side's first contestant.

Only five minutes left.

Everyone was anxious.

In the vast ready room of the battleship, all members of the Super God Class were ready for battle, their faces solemn.

The room was dead silent, not a sound, only the tense, rapid breathing, rising and falling.

Because there were still four minutes left, and no orders had come down from above.

Who would be sent out?

Even a day ago, they hadn't been this nervous.

Now, with all eyes on them, Killing Intent filled the Shura Killing Field, and as their family's Martial God stepped onto the life-and-death platform, facing the destructive energy sphere that pulsed with power.

The young men and women finally fully realized the gravity of the situation.

Many times it's like this; imagination alone cannot convey the cruelty of war. Only when truly experiencing it firsthand does one understand how difficult and torturous that psychological pressure is!

Sweat even began to bead on the faces of Ling Tianlei and others, who constantly wiped their faces with their hands, but the cold sweat only increased with each wipe.

Everyone felt as if time had slowed to a snail's pace, their hearts seemingly frying in a hot pan.

In the Other-race Continent.

Demon Earth and Arthas sat side-by-side, their gazes piercing through space, landing in the Ghost Forest.

A sneer appeared on Arthas's face.

He deliberately kept the Human Race guessing about who he would send out.

Lilith, the T0? Or some T1?

Only he knew that the person he was going to send was actually Ghost Cold.

The opponent's best choice would be to send people of the caliber of Lin Xianhuo, Ling Tianlei.

Otherwise, if they sent Xi He, even if they won against Ghost Cold, the next round they would have a way to create a mismatch, letting Lilith fight a T1, sending an Emperor-level from the Earth Goddess Alliance to die.

As for the life of the Blood Clan Nine Ancestor... in Arthas's eyes, it was best if he died!

At this moment, the time reached 8:58.

Two minutes left.

The students of the Super God Class felt like they were suffocating.

How could they still not have chosen who to send!?

The main problem was that if a contestant wasn't dispatched on time before 9 AM, it would be an automatic loss!

The Demon War God would be gone!

Hurry up!

Finally, Ling Tianlei even stood up directly and walked towards the battle teleportation platform.

If no decision came down from above at the very last second.

He would go himself!

Whether it was Lilith or not, they couldn't let the Demon War God die without knowing why, could they?

And at this moment, Jiang Shenyi received terrible news.

The Prophet said in a deep voice, "The Wushen Race has obscured the heavenly secrets."

"This was within my expectations."

"I can indeed calculate who the opponent will send."

"But forcibly breaking through the Wushen Race's blockade would consume too much of my energy. I can't calculate every single round; after at most five or six rounds, my life would be in danger."

"Xiao Jiang, the decision is yours. I'm already at an age with one foot in the grave, so I'm not afraid of death."

Jiang Shenyi's eyes grew cold, staring intently at the opposite main control room, confronting Gui Wu Ye and the Chief Saint.

Xiao Fan, dressed in a black robe, knew that the Saint was Old Kong, but it seemed the General didn't.

He frowned, wanting to know the opponent's deployment order through Old Kong!

And at this moment, his eyes narrowed.

He saw Old Kong, seated on the silver throne, constantly tapping the long bench with his fingers.

It wasn't just him.

That Gui Wu Ye also looked impatient, scratching his chest as if itching, but the movements were clearly rhythmic.

It was Morse code!

What were they saying!?

At this moment, Jiang Shenyi also noticed it, but he was somewhat disbelieving that the other side would tip him off.

This situation was hilarious!

Xiao Fan believed it!

Jiang Shenyi dared not believe it!

The demons on the other side were so angry they wanted to kill!

Why doesn't Lao Jiang believe me!?

Why!?

Damn it! What a useless person!

The time reached 8:59 AM!

In Jiang Shenyi's earphone, the Prophet urgently asked, "Are you going to calculate or not? There's no time!"

"Speak!"

Only then did Xiao Fan finally say in a deep voice, "General, that Saint is actually Kong Fangxiang!"

"I believe it's credible!"

"The opponent will send Ghost Cold first!"

"We send Immortal Fire!"

"No time to hesitate!"

PS: My CPU is burning up again, there should be typos, I'll update first and correct later.