Slaying Spirit
Everyone present instinctively raised their heads, shielding themselves from the sand and the shockwave whipped up by the surging force.
When they looked again, someone noticed that the formation Bi Fan had set up had spread several meters around it the instant the barrier shattered.
By sheer coincidence, it had also enveloped Bai Shan, who was standing nearby. He couldn't help furrowing his brow.
"Brother Bai?" Luo Tian called out instinctively.
He turned back silently. "What is it?"
"That's the power of Bi Fan's formation, right? How much has your strength been weakened, Brother Bai?"
Bai Shan clenched his fist and sensed the effect before replying in a low voice, "Less than twenty percent. It doesn't affect me much."
Luo Tian nodded and said nothing more.
Bai Shan lowered his fist, but his gaze fell on an inconspicuous Man in Black among the Death God Adventure Group.
The man seemed to sense his gaze and raised his head. Bai Shan glanced down, seemingly indicating the formation.
The other man nodded, and only then did Bai Shan reveal a faint smile. When he turned to look at Bi Fan again, his face was set with grim resolve.
Seeing the barrier shatter, the energy scatter, and the formation's effects spread, Duan Yuanhang rubbed his aching forehead and sighed.
Why was this year's Adventure Group Hegemony Competition such a headache?
He was full of complaints, but since he had taken on the role of referee, he had to take responsibility for managing the competition to the very end. So he once again started propping up the barrier by hand...
In the arena, after their fierce clash, Lu Kun had the slight upper hand. Drawing on years of accumulated combat experience, his instincts told him this was the perfect moment to press