Ning Fengzhi Dies!

"Tang Chen!"

"Old Sect Master Tang!"

"Tang Chen is dead? How could this happen? How could he possibly lose?!"

"It's over... It's completely over! Qian Daoliu is free to act now. We can't stop him. We're all finished!"

Despair spread like a plague. Many faces instantly turned ashen, and even the martial souls in their hands began to tremble slightly.

"Fengzhi, what do we do now?"

"With Tang Chen dead, we no longer have a Peerless Douluo who can stand against Qian Daoliu..."

Yu Yuanzhen forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and retreated to Ning Fengzhi's side, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"There's no way back now. Retreating means death. We can only fight them to the death!"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his despair. In its place rose a grim resolve to stake everything on one final fight.

"Golden Crocodile Douluo is too strong... If Elder Ye Renxin hadn't treated my injuries with Soul Power in time, and if it weren't for your full amplification, I would have long been torn to pieces by that crocodile claw strike."

Dai Tianfeng clutched the wound on his chest, lingering fear still written across his face.

Moreover, he had the distinct feeling that Golden Crocodile Douluo had not gone for the kill just now. Otherwise, he would never have lasted until now.

Just as the atmosphere grew unbearably grave, an icy, emotionless voice rang out beside everyone's ears like a ghost.

"You don't have much time left."

The voice came from Qian Cheng!

Ning Fengzhi, Yu Yuanzhen, and Dai Tianfeng's hearts tightened at once as they instinctively looked toward its source.

On the raised platform in the distance, Qian Cheng's formerly calm face suddenly curved into a cold smile.

An aura far more violent and terrifying than before suddenly