Scarlet slashes and fiery red magma struck the Windfire Team's formation almost simultaneously.
Boom! Boom! Rumble!
With a series of muffled explosions, even the air in that area grew thin, while the intense red light gradually faded.
The figures of the Windfire Team's members slowly emerged before the crowd.
Of the Windfire Team's seven members, only the three with the highest Soul Power-Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wushuang, and Huo Wu-could still barely stand.
The other four had long since collapsed, their bodies covered in burns and long, narrow wounds.
Even Feng Xiaotian and his two companions were far from lightly injured.
"Concede. It's only a match."
An eerie voice, neither male nor female, suddenly rang out.
"That's right. If we'd hit a little harder, you three would be on the ground too!"
Yan had descended from the sky and strode over, leaving dark red footprints across the arena.
Then Yang Yi and Niu Hao, arriving late, also surrounded Feng Xiaotian and his companions.
"We didn't surrender when we faced the Galaxy Fleet. Our answer to you is the same."
After the three exchanged glances, Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth and spoke.
"Then we'll just have to continue."
Yan and Demon Charm exchanged a glance, both baring their teeth in savage grins at the three.
As soon as the words fell, the Moon Blade in Demon Charm's hand swayed lightly, as though a thread were tugging at Huo Wushuang's body.
His powerful body crashed to the ground, the fiery red dragon scales on his arms scattering as blood sprayed.
Yan, a man of steel and fire without a shred of tenderness toward women, punched Huo Wu straight in the lower abdomen and sent her flying.
Feng Xiaotian was the only one left. Already a spent arrow, he lasted mere moments against Yang