Chapter 861: I hope you guys keep challenging me like this in the future.

"It's a mess… I feel like I will throw up…"

A man spoke up as he glanced at the Battle Hall in front of him.

This horrifying sigh… one needed a strong stomach to digest something like this…

This heavy scent of Blood and Death…

These charred bodies… dense puddle of puss and blood… dismembered limbs…

This horrifying sight was enough for any normal person to throw up…

"Is this your first time?"

Suddenly, another man walked up and spoke.

"This is how the Deathmatches usually ends. Two Clans clash with each other with everything they have, with our Challenge System making the Battle fair, normally, the sight is even more horrifying with both sides having causalities on their sides.

Honestly, cleaning all this up isn't a task many stand up for, only those Masters and Grand Masters Stage Cultivators who are not affiliated with any sources and are desperate for money do these things."

"Then why were we called for this?"

The man questioned.