At that moment, he thought again of the person he looked up to.
He remembered the quiet, lonely figure in white in the corner of the dais yesterday, those eyes that saw through everything yet remained indifferent and unruffled.
An ache welled in Chi Wang's chest. He murmured softly, his breath broken and faint, almost swallowed by the wind across the arena, "Uncle Changsheng..."
But no one answered him.
The only response was Spirit Hall's icy mockery and the killing intent closing in step by step.
"You still dare let your mind wander?"
Xie Yue's cold voice pierced the howling wind. He raised the Moon Blade high, its black radiance chilling and sharp.
Fine streaks of blood covered the arena's cold flagstones. The brutal battle had utterly crushed every hope of a lucky escape.
The black markings surged across all seven Spirit Hall members. The Rakshasa Rending Power occupied the entire arena, its chilling killing intent locked firmly onto the small, frail figure at its center.
Although everyone from Shrek had risked their lives to block the lethal assault that had surrounded them moments earlier, its lingering force remained overwhelming, leaving no one room to breathe.
"Dodge? Let's see where you can dodge now!"
Yan crushed the rubble underfoot, flames blazing around him. Pitch-black tongues of fire licked the air with piercing, sizzling cracks. He stared fixedly at the opening ahead, his mouth twisting into a cruel grin as he ran toward Chi Wang in great strides.
Hu Liena advanced slowly, her sinister Soul Power blanketing the entire area in layers. She chuckled, her tone bone-chilling. "Little brother, who would have thought someone so young would be the biggest nuisance? What a pity you chose the wrong person to follow."
"Once we kill you, this farce can end."
Holding his