Just as Wenren Sheng was thinking, the phone on him rang. It was Li Yuanfeng.
"A master is a master indeed. You really managed to get out, but what about the others?" Li Yuanfeng's voice was somewhat anxious.
"Not got out. I fought my way out," Wenren Sheng corrected his wording without missing a beat. "The others are still trapped in that rift. Didn't I just help you find the Physics Holy Sword? Lend it to me."
"Alright. I'll personally escort it over right away." Li Yuanfeng did not hesitate in the slightest.
Even if all its uses were exhausted, it would be worth it if they could save hundreds of thousands of spectators and nearly a hundred finals participants.
Otherwise, the effect of holding this tournament would be completely counterproductive.
Billions of people had watched the competition. Once they saw that even the top finals participants had been captured, who would still want to play? Becoming a big-shot backer would be the real priority.
"Then I'll wait at the finals venue."
Wenren Sheng hung up, found a seat by the field, and sat down to chat with Little Illusion.
"Little Illusion, can you break that illusion realm from before?"
"I'm too little. I can see through it, but I can't break it yet."
"You're not a three-year-old child, so how can you say you're too little? You need to learn to take responsibility bravely." Wenren Sheng seized the chance to educate her.
"Of course I'm not a three-year-old child. I'm not even half a year old."
"When it comes to playing, you're better at it than an eighty-year-old."
"That's instinct."
Just as Wenren Sheng was lecturing Little Illusion, a Helicopter landed in the arena.
Several people climbed out of the cabin. Li Yuanfeng led them, accompanied by two figures