Hearing the young man from the Yan Clan introduce her, everyone felt a trace of regret.
If Han Ling truly had been as he described, then eight experts of the same realm had surrounded her, only to pay such a devastating price. A genius like that would have ranked among the leaders of the younger generation even within their clans. But why had no one from the Spirit Clan appeared, even when she finally fell?
Among the various clans, several elders also watched the Competition Stage with complicated expressions. They were now senior figures within their clans, and among the few survivors who had lived through Han Ling's era.
As more and more White Bone Phantoms appeared on the Competition Stage, everyone's attention was inevitably drawn back to it.
With each movement Yue Yao made, the White Bone Phantoms on the Competition Stage increased until there were ten squads. She stood in place like a general, directing squad after squad to charge Hun Feng, one following on the heels of another.
The instant they clashed, their weapons flashed with cold light as they slashed down viciously at Hun Feng.
Each squad timed its charge perfectly. The moment one squad finished, the next squad's attacks arrived, leaving Hun Feng no time to react as they assaulted him without pause.
Several of Hun Feng's attacks passed straight through the White Bone Phantoms without inflicting the slightest damage.
As the White Bone Phantoms charged him again and again, the savagery in Hun Feng's eyes grew ever stronger. Looking at Yue Yao standing in the distance, he revealed a twisted smile, scarlet flashing through his eyes. As another squad of White Bone Phantoms rushed toward him, he stood where he was without moving.
Whoosh!
A White Bone Phantom gripped a Horse-Cutting Saber. Upon reaching