Wang Dong'er plummeted straight down from midair, like a withered leaf swept off by the autumn wind, weightless and utterly limp.
Her long pink-and-blue hair whipped wildly in the wind. Her pale golden dress snapped in the rushing air, clinging tightly to her body.
Her eyes were shut tight, and her face was as white as paper. The thin streak of blood at the corner of her mouth had long since dried, leaving a dark red mark.
She was completely unconscious.
From the moment the Sea God's projection descended and was blasted apart by Creation Judgment, she had lost consciousness.
The backlash from divine sense, the shaking of her Martial Soul, and the total collapse of her Soul Power—three blows piled on top of one another. Even the body of a Titled Douluo couldn't take that kind of punishment.
She'd been fine before, but then Xu Yanli's attack just now...
The Shrek section of the stands erupted into chaos.
Bei Bei shot to his feet. The chair behind him toppled with him and crashed to the ground with a bang, its dull thud making everyone nearby turn around.
His face was livid. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lightning crackled uncontrollably over his body. Anyone could see that he was furious beyond measure.
Xu Sanshi also sprang up. The phantom of the Black Tortoise of Profound Darkness flickered behind him as layer upon layer of shield-images formed. He looked ready to charge onto the competition platform. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh. Beads of blood slowly seeped between his fingers, but he didn't feel a thing.
At that moment, Xuan Zi was like a turtle with its head tucked into its shell, too afraid to move.
They all wanted to rush up and carry Wang