Amid the blazing firelight, the protective barrier around the Five Immortal Arena shook violently. Its radiance began to recede like a rushing tide. The sight made the black-clad steward Yi Xun's expression change, and he hurriedly acted to stabilize the protective barrier.
Hidden in the void, Master Xie and Old Geng felt their hearts quake violently at that instant. Both their faces turned deathly pale.
Their eyes were fixed on Ling Huang, who was engulfed in blazing flames within the Five Immortal Arena.
Because of the protective barrier, they had no way of determining Ling Huang's condition. All they could do was wait.
Wait for the flames to disperse!
Their tightly clenched fists had begun to tremble uncontrollably.
If Ling Huang lost, then the consequences...
At this moment, they had no spare thought to consider why Ye Zhen's attack had suddenly become so powerful, or why Di Kuohai's forcibly suppressed injuries had yet to erupt.
They only wanted to know the result!
It was not just them. Their trusted subordinates, who had handled this matter for them, were all watching the scene with sweat pouring down their faces.
If Ling Huang lost, the consequences would simply be...
In that brief instant, time suddenly became incomparably drawn out.
To Master Xie and Old Geng, hidden in the void, that instant felt as long as a year.
The blazing firelight gradually faded, revealing Ling Huang's figure.
Ling Huang did not look as miserable as they had imagined. After all, a defensive inferior-grade suppressing artifact like the Three Talents Myriad Mountains Banner possessed extraordinary power when fully activated.
Moreover, as a martial artist at the Mystic Palace Realm Ninth Heaven Peak, Ling Huang had one or two life-saving measures of his own. After throwing them all out, he had at least managed to