The Second Martial Arena

Bang, bang, bang...

At the same time, the light barrier flashed with violent radiance, forcibly shoving away every Sixty-Sixth Legion warrior around Sikong Jing.

Then the light barrier descended with Sikong Jing, like a gigantic balloon trapping him inside. It crashed onto a street in the Long Night Imperial Capital and became wedged between the surrounding buildings.

"Commander Sikong..."

The Sixty-Sixth Legion warriors came to their senses one after another, their bloodshot eyes bulging wide. Led by Ning Jingjing, they hurriedly dove downward.

Boom, boom, boom...

Riding their flying mounts, they slammed savagely into the sudden transparent light barrier.

Yet neither Ning Jingjing nor the Eternal Night Wolf Guard could break this bizarre light barrier. The instant their power struck it, it was absorbed away.

"Eternal Night Ice Dance Blade..."

"Dark Wing Black Flame Sword..."

Seeing that it was useless, Ning Jingjing and Lian Guang immediately gathered the power of the entire Sixty-Sixth Legion and unleashed two terrifying blade-and-sword strikes. Yet it was still just like before—once the attacks hit the light barrier, they vanished like stones sinking into the sea.

Countless civilians around them cried out in alarm and fled into the distance as though flying.

Only after putting distance between themselves and the Sixty-Sixth Legion did they gather in the streets and stop.

"What happened now?" The civilians stared fixedly at the light barrier and the Sixty-Sixth Legion warriors around it, their faces full of terror.

They still had no idea what had happened within the imperial city. They only knew that the horrifying battle seemed to have just subsided, yet before one wave had settled, another had risen. Their poor little hearts could hardly bear it.

At the same time, Sikong Jing stood coldly within the light barrier, utterly unpanicked.

His gaze swept over the situation around