The three masters of the Holy Land looked at each other, walked into the portal gate, and returned to the highest seat.

Before everyone could come back from the shock, there were heavy knocks coming from the Supreme Session.

"The gods belong to the gods, and magic belongs to magic. The arbitration continues."

Su Ye walked back to his original position.

Carlos held the large pillar in the chamber, his legs trembled, his whole body bent, and he could no longer stand up.

This time, many people were full of sympathy for Carlos.

Su Ye crushed it.

Plato crushed it.

Finally, the 500-meter-high giant stone statue of Athena appeared...

Carlos was not scared crazy on the spot, he was definitely a qualified Plato.

Cromwell showed sympathy on his face, and finally sighed softly, saying, "Carlos, you are not a bad boy, but you have lost. Su Ye made me embarrassed, and I hope you don't make me embarrassed again."

Carlos looked desperate, his body shook, and he could no longer stand. He bent his knees and fell to the ground.

He fell to the ground with his hands covering his face and kneeling on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Su Ye, I framed you for the sake of the Demon Source Badge. I hope you can forgive me, it's me that I was wrong, it's me that I was wrong..."

In the end, no one could hear Carlos's words clearly, only whimpers were heard.

The door of the conference hall was like a white picture frame. Among the picture frames, a young man with black hair stood with deep eyes as deep as the sea. A young man in white robe was kneeling. The crying sounded like intermittent waves washed the beach, and the others were blurred.
Chapter completed!