The giant ring-shaped object slowly emerged amid the surging energy bubbles, coming to a stop in midair.
The whole move looked fluid and effortless. There was no breakneck acceleration or twisting layup. Any NBA player could make a layup like that, but seizing an opportunity like this and finding just the right moment was incredibly difficult.
On top of that, Elton Brand's physical condition had declined sharply after his injury. He was no longer the formidable player he'd once been.
Though he really wanted to pretend he was asleep, he knew avoidance wasn't the best approach. Besides, he might dodge it today, but he wouldn't escape it forever.
What exactly was the so-called Netherworld? It was difficult to describe in a few words. Mo's explanation was that "Netherworld" was merely a name; in essence, it was the sum of everything on the shadowy side of that world.
Five companies had made it to the finals, but with the Ancient Clan and the Jiang Clan present, everyone else was naturally reduced to a supporting role. The rest of them listened with little interest.
What was he supposed to do? Thor watched the fierce battle in the sky, his mind turning over the question again and again.
"Honestly, this is the first time I've seen the guy in such a sorry state." In the room, Huiyin finished examining Mo and shook her head.
Only the Seventh Order among those present could make out Anzhe's movements. For those watching through detection magic, following his trajectory was nearly impossible.
By controlling time with the Eye of Agamotto, one could stop time within its range or even turn it back. The caster, however, was unaffected.
As soon as he returned, he convened a school council meeting to carry out the higher-ups' directives. They drew up