Jiang Huai and Li Xueyin looked at each other in horror.

Su Lingfeng took a deep breath, and with a smile on his face, he cast a glance at Fang Qinyang and others who were ashen-faced, and said, "The victory of this battle has been decided."

Hearing the words, more than a dozen holy kings had ugly faces, and no one spoke out, but seeing that the breath of life of the horse god was getting weaker and weaker, before Ning Qi punched him, he could fight back, but now he doesn't even have the strength to fight back Already, a sage king suggested: "Is this the end of the competition?"