Chapter 2683: That’s What You Get for Showing Off!
"Boom!"
The Barbarian Tribe member of the Carp Dragon Realm was struck hard by Carson Flores and Samir Coffey together, and was sent flying, spitting blood.
He acted very decisively, without any hesitation, and directly tore off the tag on his body and threw it far away.
Carson Flores’ figure flickered as he chased after the tag, while that Barbarian took the opportunity to escape.
At the same time, the Superior Grade Great Land Supreme Immortal of the Barbarian Tribe was being suppressed by Niall Sinclair, but since everyone was at the same realm, though continuing to fight would inevitably lead to defeat, killing him would not be easy for Niall Sinclair.
He strived to break free from the solid ice wrapping around him and retreated into the distance. Niall Sinclair pointed with a finger, and the Ice Dragon instantly emerged from the icy world, pouncing towards him, entwining him tightly within.
The Barbarian Warrior was shocked. He himself was a Superior Grade Great Land Supreme Immortal; why was he being suppressed with no ability to fight back?
This person’s power was truly extraordinary.
The Barbarian Warrior roared in anger, his whole body surging with blood, a golden shadow spreading out from his body like a War God, protecting him.
The Ice Dragon coiled around, but was blocked by the golden shadow, unable to force a way through for the moment.
The Barbarian Warrior used his bloodline power to block Niall Sinclair’s attack, but was also trapped, unable to escape.
The Ice Dragon contracted madly, with the cold continuously eroding, and the golden shadow became rapidly dim, also continuously shrinking.
The Barbarian Warrior, in utter despair, was about to abandon his tag when suddenly several streaks of golden light streaked across the sky, rushing towards here quickly.
Everyone sensed something, turning to look.
In one glance, the eyes of the two Barbarian Warriors lit up with joy, while Carson Flores and others wore a heavy expression.
Barbarian Tribe!
Rushing rapidly were four Barbarians, and upon clearly seeing the situation here, they charged over swiftly.
"Brother, hold on! We are here to help you!"
The Barbarian who had lost his tag showed an anxious expression, shouting, "My tag is in their hands, hurry up and help, help me get it back!"
Samir Coffey had already stopped the chase and turned around to flee.
Niall Sinclair saw victory in sight, but now unable to strike again, lest they be beleaguered, so she sent an Ice Dragon charging towards the newcomers, herself turning around to leave.
On the plains, the spectators’ emotions were turned upside down at once.
Having seen the two Barbarians fall into Carson Flores and others’ trap earlier, the previously anxious and worried Barbarians were now suddenly excited.
"Reinforcements have arrived!"
"They’re finished now, this time they truly shot themselves in the foot!"
"Quickly help get the tag back, otherwise they’ll be eliminated!"
"That disciple was too impatient; though suffered losses, injured, he abandoned the tag at the first moment. Had he held on a bit more, he wouldn’t be in such a situation."
"They have three people, even if we eliminate one of us, as long as those three don’t escape, it’s still a gain of two!"
"This will be a good show!"
With a grudge against Garlan Parrish, Phaedron Duncan couldn’t help but taunt, "Sect Master Parrish, your disciple is quite daring, but unfortunately, a bit unlucky, this time perhaps his life will not be spared!"
Garlan Parrish frowned, snorting coldly, "It’s a bit early to say that now!"
Phaedron Duncan burst out laughing, "Still not accepting the fate of failure? I know these newcomers, one of them is our Barbarian Tribe’s genius, Vaelor Boyd. He is a Peak Great Land Supreme Immortal; do you think your disciples can still escape?
Garlan Parrish’s face changed slightly, gave a cold smile, and said nothing.
Though a little worried in his heart, he wouldn’t show it.
Carson Flores and Niall Sinclair were not disciples of the sect; they participated voluntarily, their life and death irrelevant to the sect, so even if they died he wouldn’t feel heartache, but if they were beaten, it would be a huge slap on the face of the Illusory Snake Sect.
Being defeated in a bloody array was normal, but Carson Flores and others’ previous behavior was too arrogant, sipping tea waiting for the enemy, and now being defeated or even killed, isn’t that a definite slap in the face?
Let you act arrogant, now play dead!
On the projection screen, Niall Sinclair and Samir Coffey turned and ran, and they ran so fast that in the blink of an eye, they left Carson behind.
Six Barbarian men and women pursued uniformly after Carson, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed into the continuous mountains.
Carson seemed panic-stricken, fleeing straight towards those mountains, the Barbarians in hot pursuit, the distance quickly closing.
Seeing they were about to catch up to Carson, suddenly a scream came from the crowd, the Barbarian competitor who had abandoned the tag suddenly and uncontrollably rose up, flying towards the Heavenly Dome.
The people around him looked up and felt some regret.
Because he handed over the tag, the time ran out, and was bounced out by the formation, everyone acted a step slow, unable to retrieve the tag in time.
Just as everyone was preparing to continue pursuing Carson and others, they noticed Carson ahead suddenly stopped, turning to face them with a faint smile, raising his finger, and stylishly snapping!
"Fire!"
Suddenly, flames burst forth!