The rumbling drumbeats suddenly ceased.
The hundred-breath countdown had ended, and at this moment, Mud Lord completed its final advancement, directly facing Wang Wu with the strength of a Super First-Rank.
Yet Wang Wu did not make a move. He simply continued to watch Mud Lord in silence, as if he truly intended to lie flat and slack off.
Mud Lord was curious enough to wait three seconds. On this Life and Death Battlefield, where every second counted, was this fellow across from it unusually bold, or was he putting on a mysterious act?
You won't make a move? Fine!
Then I'll move first!
Mud Lord burst into laughter and transformed directly into a demonic gale of blood qi, covering nearly half the arena. Like a curtain blotting out the sky, it pressed down upon Wang Wu.
This was an open and upright crushing force—the confidence that belonged only to a Super First-Rank.
There was no need, nor any reason, to play tricks. Absolute power could command absolute dominion!
Yet Wang Wu remained unmoved, looking like a bystander detached from the matter.
"Take this!"
The next second, a massive claw descended from above Wang Wu's head. It appeared slow, but in truth it sealed off every path. From the spectators' perspective, Wang Wu could no longer be seen. All they saw was a crimson curtain, carrying despair, suffocation, and a crushing oppression that made one tremble!
Everyone could not help wondering how they would resist if they were the ones facing this scene.
"Mud Lord's foundation is far too solid!"
Grandpa Tree suddenly remarked.
"Blood curtain covering the sky, the great elephant is formless—it has already placed itself in an invincible position."
The Nine-Tailed Emperor also spoke calmly. It did not say so outright, but it had clearly shown that