The altitude here exceeds 5,000 meters. Despite the good sunlight and clear weather, the wind is still biting, and the temperature has dropped to minus 40 degrees.
Li Huiwen, Fang Zhiwen, and Xie Yundan had limited body enhancements, so they crossed their arms and curled up, their lips turning blue from the cold.
"Since when can trash-level fight scum join a BOSS battle?" An American guy muttered cynically and laughed mockingly.
"It's the American guys and Europeans!"
"Three hundred sixty people, two hundred ninety people—damn, they both outnumber us."
"What's going on? Do we really need this many teams to fight Buddha Mother? How strong could it possibly be?"
The crater is as large as two football fields. Aside from the survivors from the Asia Region, the North American and European groups were also present. They had obviously arrived earlier, surveyed the environment, and lit campfires while enjoying lunch and waiting.
