The Grand Tournament Ends
The Grand Tournament Ends
He was uninjured. Compared to before, Yan Yang had not changed in the slightest.
That was right—not even the tiniest bit.
Seeing Yan Yang like this, not only were the surrounding spectators stunned, but even the Sovereign Realm experts seated on the void stands found it somewhat unbelievable.
Because something was not right here!
Mo Yi had clearly already advanced completely into the Sovereign Realm. By all reason, with his strength, Yan Yang should have been no match for him.
Yet Yan Yang now showed no signs of injury whatsoever, while Mo Yi was in utterly miserable condition.
What exactly had happened?
At the same time, a gleam flashed through Xuan Yunfei's eyes as he looked toward the arena.
"What was that just now?"
Xuan Yunfei muttered softly, his tone filled with uncertainty and surprise.
Because, at the instant the barrier Mo Yi had set up in the deepest layer of the arena space shattered, Xuan Yunfei had seen something highly unusual.
At that moment, Qin Shaofeng's entire body had been enveloped in Golden Flame. Most crucially, Xuan Yunfei had sensed an incomparably terrifying aura from those golden flames.
An aura of death!
However, that scene had flashed by in an instant. Only because Xuan Yunfei possessed the special Dual Pupils had he barely caught that brief glimpse. No one else—not even Elder Bai—had seen it.
Yet powerful experts such as Elder Bai and Tantai Yi had sensed that, the instant the barrier shattered, Yan Yang's aura seemed somewhat violent, then somewhat unstable.
But those sensations had lasted only an instant. When they tried to sense it more carefully, they discovered that Yan Yang's aura was exactly the same as before, without the slightest change.
Such a situation was simply too bizarre.