Seeing the enormous immortal dragon, as vast as a giant island, shift its body and gradually uncoil from a coiled immortal island into a huge, serpentine dragon, the immortal spectators who had placed their bets below erupted. It was not merely enormous. The pure power it released alone had already reached the existence of the Apex Realm.
Desolate beasts were different from true immortals. Even at the same stage, desolate beasts possessed overwhelming strength by comparison, because their primordial spells and power had been passed down through countless generations, then tempered in battle. When facing enemies, they possessed an utterly crushing advantage. Thus, even immortals in the Apex Realm would not lightly provoke a desolate beast of the same rank.
Yet the contestants, Ye Qingping, Wu Xuanzi, and Dongjiang Wen, had only just entered the Primal Unity Realm after reaching the third stage of the Dao. Seeing that the opponent they had to face was actually in the Apex Realm—and a colossal immortal dragon at that—they felt as though they had woken into a nightmare in broad daylight, completely losing the arrogance they had displayed when they first entered the arena.
Ye Qingping's eyes widened as he stared at the giant dragon bearing down like Mount Tai. Unable to hold back, he asked Ji Mo Guangru what on earth he meant by this. He was just as baffled as I had been when I first encountered Geng Xiu in Sun God City.
But Ji Mo Guangru was decisive. He simply repeated what he had said to me back then: "There was no foul."
Ye Qingping froze, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes. Behind him, Wu Xuanzi and Dongjiang Wen were both speechless. Against such a gigantic opponent, illusion and spell attacks probably would not work at all.
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