Spirit Hall had no intention of repairing the ruined competition arena.
This was the final match, and neither side was low-level. The damaged arena would have little effect on them. Spirit Hall simply marked out the arena boundaries with red lines, and the match began.
The second match was Bai He against the Fourth Elder.
The Fourth Elder's temper was second only to that of the former Seventh Elder. The moment the match began, he launched into a fierce barrage against Bai He.
In terms of attack power, Bai He had almost none, and his defense was no better.
But he had one advantage—speed. With his nimble movements and dazzling flight soul skills, the Fourth Elder's attacks never once struck him.
Especially after activating his Martial Soul Avatar, his body became much smaller, making the Fourth Elder's attacks even harder to land.
"Fourth Elder can't keep fighting like this. Bai He's soul power is limited, but so is yours. At this rate, your soul power will run out first." The Third Elder watched anxiously from beneath the arena.
But his voice could not reach the Fourth Elder, whose attacks never stopped.
Because he knew that as long as Bai He made one mistake and was hit once, the outcome would be decided.
The arena's space was limited after all, and Spirit Hall had also imposed a height limit for aerial combat. With all those restrictions, Bai He had very little room to evade.
Yet Bai He did not surrender. After roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, he seized an opening and rushed in front of the Fourth Elder.
"Fourth Elder, stop!" Tang Xiao shouted.
Bai He's defense was pitifully weak. At such close range, a full-force blow from the Fourth Elder would undoubtedly kill him.
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