After a long silence.
Xi Xianlan asked Pei Yiman and the others somewhat helplessly:
"...Should we remind Wuyuan?"
To be honest, Ling Wuyuan's current actions were practically a full-screen taunt.
Especially after Ling Wuyuan and the others began wandering around without any particular destination.
Let alone them...
Even Su Qingyue and the various Grand Elders watching the match were left speechless by that sky-piercing pillar of light as it began to move.
None of them had expected Ling Wuyuan to pull off something this ruthless right from the start.
"We should have made every contestant's pillar of light a different color..."
Su Qingyue muttered to herself.
There was no other reason.
If the signals everyone released had been completely different in color, Ling Wuyuan and the others would surely have realized what was happening long ago, rather than still being somewhat bewildered now.
There was no helping it.
No one had anticipated that Ling Wuyuan would accidentally pull off such a masterstroke...
By himself, he had completely enveloped all his teammates, along with an area spanning ten thousand li, within a pillar of light. He had dyed the entire environment a single color, leaving everyone inside utterly unable to realize the truth of the situation. At most, they merely felt that the sky here was somewhat strange, white in a way that was far from normal...
Not only had this possibility pierced straight through the limits of Ling Wuyuan and the others' imagination, even the organizers had never considered it.
While Su Qingyue was still feeling utterly speechless.
After discussing matters for a while, Pei Yiman and the others began remotely contacting Ling Wuyuan through the [Gray Mist Imprint].
[Pei Yiman: Wuyuan, turn off the light...]
[Ling Wuyuan: Huh!?]
[Ling Wuyuan: Turn off what light!?]
[Ling Wuyuan: It's still broad