When the Butterfly Goddess Phantom descended upon the arena.
Not only did the opponents on the field turn pale, but quite a few spectators in the stands were frightened as well.
Could such a terrifying aura really be emitted by a freshman?
Among them, Zhou Yi was the one whose defenses were most thoroughly shattered.
After all, the more outstanding Bai Ran performed, the more it proved just how poor Zhou Yi's judgment had been—she had even let a genius like this slip away.
Had Zhou Yi truly been wrong?
Zhou Yi: No, I wasn't wrong. Bai Ran was the one at fault. If he had shown this kind of strength earlier, how could I possibly have driven him away?
Fortunately, Bai Ran could not hear Zhou Yi's thoughts.
Otherwise, he would definitely have commented: Mm, this really was Shrek.
The Martial Soul Fusion Skill, "Heavenly Net," swiftly crumbled beneath the radiance of the Butterfly Goddess Phantom.
Lan Sùsù and Lan Luòluò, whose Martial Soul Fusion Skill had been dispelled, almost simultaneously fell flat onto the ground.
No matter how unwilling they were to accept it, they understood that the match was over.
They no longer had any means of blocking that attack.
Seeing that the Class Seven contestants had lost their ability to resist, Teacher Zhao, the referee, hurriedly stepped forward to announce the result.
"Victory goes to Huo Yuhao's team from First Freshman Class. They have successfully advanced to the next round."
Upon hearing this, Bai Ran promptly withdrew his soul skill.
If he had stacked three layers of the [Dark Moon] buff, Bai Ran might have tested the power of "Butterfly Goddess Judgment" on the referee.
But at the moment, the power of Butterfly Goddess Judgment had only reached the full-force level of a Soul Ancestor, still