"Feng Jiu?"
Tang Shan's senses were sharp as well.
The moment he sensed the invisible shackles around Little Nine being undone, she shot straight toward the outside of the spectator stands.
"Damn it, slow down! Wait for me!"
Tang Shan twisted his big butt as he strode through the air, quickly chasing after Little Nine.
Though he was broad-minded and plump, to be honest—
Tang Shan was definitely not slow.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The two of them swiftly shot toward the outside of the spectator stands.
At this moment—
Since Ye Fan had cleared the Bloody Three Slaughters, there was no longer any show to watch.
Thus, many martial artists had begun to leave as well.
The scar-faced bald team was hidden among the crowd.
"Big Brother, that little blonde girl from the Divine Phoenix Clan...
Seems to be coming after us."
The martial artist with mung-bean eyes and a large mole, who resembled a huge rat, glanced at the crimson streak shooting toward them through the sky.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Change direction. I refuse to believe that little blonde brat has such sharp eyes."
The scar on the bald man's face wriggled like a centipede.
Making him look vicious and sinister.
Very soon—
A few breaths later—
The faces of the team led by the scar-faced bald man had become incomparably grim.
At this moment—
The spectators throughout the Bloody Arena stands were pouring outward like a tide.
It was a vast, dark mass.
It could be said—
They were mixed within the crowd.
Forget finding someone; even if the other party told you where they were, it would still be like looking for a needle in the ocean.
And yet—
That girl from the Divine Phoenix Clan was actually able to track them with precision.
Without a doubt,