"Attack!"
Jin Su roared, his voice exploding like thunder, deafening everyone around him. Clutching a glittering golden spear, he shot forward like lightning, racing with the wind.
A crowd of ferocious Heavenly Prodigies followed close behind, roaring in unison with tremendous force.
Meanwhile, Wang Baishun showed no weakness. He raised his massive, imposing Overlord Halberd and led the charge to meet them.
Ying Ming Hao and the other Heavenly Prodigies brandished their assorted weapons and followed close behind, brimming with killing intent.
Though the Tournament Platform held a world of its own, its space was still limited.
If both sides unleashed ranged spells at once, they might trigger an earth-shattering explosion, leaving everyone doomed.
Thus, close-quarters combat became the only viable approach in this fierce battle.
In an instant, crisp, ringing yet heart-stopping metallic clashes echoed into the heavens.
Clang, clang, clang... the sounds rose one after another without end.
The two camps crashed together like two torrents of steel, instantly sending countless sparks and fragments flying.
Everyone stood on either side of that sharply drawn dividing line, weapons in hand, locked in a battle to the death. No one showed mercy.
In such fierce, brutal fighting, the slightest carelessness could lead to grievous injury or a journey to the underworld.
Once someone's injuries became too severe to keep fighting, the only wise choice was to withdraw from the Martial Platform immediately. Otherwise, they could easily suffer a stray attack in the chaos and die on the spot.
"Oh my, you ink-black fellow actually have a trick or two. Take this!"
With a sharp cry, Ying Ming Hao swung his saber repeatedly, hacking viciously at Odeu.
Odeu darted nimbly aside, evading Ying Ming Hao's fierce assault.
Meanwhile, he held an enormous, glossy black staff. Clearly, it was no ordinary