Li Tianming had been watching this round-of-sixteen battle all along. When he looked up now, he discovered that the Divine Tomb Sect's chaotic black clouds had already reached such a degree?
Looking up, the entire sky within his sight was pitch-black, blacker than the night itself. That dark chaotic power was like a dark continent, pressing down over everyone's heads!
It was so oppressively dark that it made people unable to breathe.
Only because everyone present was focused on Shen Hui had they failed to examine it closely. Otherwise, the entire venue would likely have erupted into discussion already.
"An Ning, that curse..."
Just as Li Tianming wanted to bring up this matter, An Ning suddenly rose into the air in her military armor. In an instant, she soared across the heavens, as though flying into the darkness!
Of course, she had ascended to the banquet platform battlefield. It was merely because those dark chaotic clouds had pressed down far too low, nearly covering the platform, that the view from there had become somewhat obstructed!
Boom!
"Shen Hui! Skin that bitch alive and pull out her tendons!"
"Strip that whore of her gear and make Li Tianming stare helplessly!"
"Power gained by getting speared is no different from a chicken's! Hurry up and wake this trash from her dream!"
At this moment, the Divine Tomb Sect's hundreds of thousands of young geniuses redirected their impotent rage toward Li Tianming onto An Ning. It was clear that Wei Yang and An Ning's successive defeats of Xing Xuanyao had made them hate her as well!
Their fury was like a tsunami!
On Xuanting's side, although there were waves of support, how could they possibly rival the other side on the latter's home turf?
Only those in the right could stand tall!
Moreover,