The battle in the sky took an unexpected turn. Tong Qing narrowed his black eyes, sharp as blades.
He caught a trace of something amiss. Looking at the situation before him, the outcome of this wager was genuinely uncertain. Jing Ge's strength had surpassed everyone's expectations.
Judging from the battle, even if he faced Jing Ge himself, victory was not guaranteed.
This lifeform had an exceptionally unique fighting style.
Tong Qing looked toward Chen Mo. This young lifeform had exceeded his expectations time and time again.
Chang Yi did not intend to drag things out any longer.
Ku Chuxin had already taken more than a dozen blows, yet he still held on.
Chang Yi's abilities had reached their limit. The willpower and resilience of these Divine Guards were unlike anything he had seen in his life. After only a brief exchange, he could not help but feel a measure of respect for them.
From his judgment, Ku Chuxin was merely a captain or something similar among the Divine Guards.
Bitter Dragon, who was holding back Lei Ting, and Ku Yao, who was fighting the Martial Emperor, should have been the commanders and deputies of the Guard Corps.
Yet even as merely a captain, Ku Chuxin still left him shaken.
During the battle, he could clearly feel Ku Chuxin improving—improving through combat, and at an astonishing rate.
Whether it was Lei Ting against Bitter Dragon, the Martial Emperor against Ku Yao, or his current battle against Ku Chuxin, three battles and three guards—all shared the same style and the same terrifying will.
This was absolutely no coincidence.
It meant Chen Mo's entire guard force was like this.
Enemies like this were terrifying. Once they seized even the slightest opportunity, they would go mad like beasts. Even when weaker than their