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The scene on the stage was still changing, but it was no longer a battle.
It was submersion.
It was devouring.
They burst from the ground!—emerald giant vines thicker than an adult's thigh shattered the bluestone slabs, like wrathful dragons hidden beneath the earth for ten million years turning over, stabbing savagely toward the heavens.
They burst from the ground!—another wave of vines flared out from the cracks! They were not simply growing; they were more like things manifesting in sync from fractures in space. Nearly solid blue-green radiance flowed over every vine, their bark rough as dragon scales, their thorns cold and dark like steel fangs.
They burst from the ground!—endless, ceaseless! As far as the eye could see, to the limits of sight, there were only vines!
The entire vast circular stage, two hundred and fifty meters in diameter—
Was gone!
It had completely vanished into a furious, frenziedly swelling blue-green ocean that blotted out the sky.
The stage that had once symbolized the glorious clashes of soul masters had now become a churning, entangling, all-crushing purgatory of vines.
In the several hundred years of history recorded since the Gao Ying Competition began, there had never been such a scene—one person, in the blink of an eye, remaking heaven and earth!
"Heav..." Someone in the distant stands gaped, yet only a hoarse rasp of air scraping through his throat came out.
A chill—no, a bone-deep cold—exploded from the depths of every spectator's spine!
This was no longer some clever application of a soul skill or suppression through power. It was... an absolute coverage and erasure, as if the mighty force of nature itself had descended.
How were they supposed to withstand this?
What could they possibly