Leaving aside the few cultivators watching from the sidelines, at this moment, the situation in the arena grew more and more tense. Although Old Monster Tianjue had unleashed several of his trump-card secret arts in succession, even now, he was still on the verge of running out of oil and his lamp going dry. It was plain to see that his magic power was nearly unable to hold on.
Rumble!
Rolling thunder still poured down from the sky into their ears. That spirit cloud churned without end, but unlike at the very beginning, the golden radiance had now dimmed to an extreme, while the dazzling, eye-catching red had dyed the entire cloud crimson.
Damn it!
Old Monster Tianjue was both shocked and furious.
Never mind the onlookers—even he, the person involved, had sensed that his defeat was already certain.
Yet his heart refused to accept it. Losing this battle was truly enough to make a man seethe; it was too baffling.
With the two sides locked in a stalemate, no matter which angle one looked from, he should have had victory firmly in his grasp.
How could he lose?
Even now, Old Monster Tianjue still could not understand it.
Was his lifetime of illustrious fame truly going to turn to flowing water here?
Damn it!
He was unwilling, and moreover, he could not lose. After all, this was not an ordinary magical duel—if he could not win, then next time, he could simply try again.
Now, he had already been forced to the edge of a cliff. If he lost, the entire Tianjue Sect would also follow him into eternal damnation. He knew full well what conditions the other party had proposed. On the surface, they did not seem outrageous; they had not demanded that all the cultivators of his