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A blood-red rainbow tore through the sky, its afterimage trailing across the heavens like a comet's tail!
The atmosphere in the arena instantly tightened to breaking point. Thousands upon thousands of spectators widened their eyes, their gazes fixed on that blood-red spear shadow.
No one knew whether Xiao Yi could escape unscathed from this terrifying, suffocating attack.
Soul Saint-level attacks were rarely seen in a tournament, yet today they had appeared again and again. The entire arena fell silent.
On the Viewing Stand, the team leaders and coaches with Soul Emperor or Soul Saint combat strength held their breath and focused, their hearts hanging in suspense.
They, too, wanted to see which of these two top-tier teams would win, how each would get caught in the crossfire, and what trump cards they held.
They watched for the blows either side might suffer while probing for the hidden cards both teams still concealed.
As the killing move of the Blood Spear Formation's [General Soul Avatar], [True Soul-Burying Strike] now revealed its full ferocity.
The blood-weeping spear carried a chilling mantle of astral energy. Scarlet light spread around it like a raging blaze, like a surging sea of blood.
Soul Saint pressure descended like Mount Tai toppling over, while its aura stretched like iron chains across a river, sealing off everything within ten meters of Xiao Yi. Its killing intent followed her like a shadow, locking firmly onto her.
Yang Yanlang stood barely a hundred meters from Xiao Yi. From preparation to launch, his attack took only two or three breaths-roughly three seconds per breath-and that time vanished in an instant.
The Chen Clan's Three Sons had been blasted away. Su Ningxia was panting, her blood and energy churning, temporarily unable to act.
At that moment, Zhu Wuneng, who