Unconsciously, Ingrid had already gripped the sword hilt tightly, staring at the Blood Saint Mage on the stage, mentally slashing every cuttable part on his body dozens of times. An emotion even more intense than being besieged by Void Realm creatures, or encountering a strong enemy during a Meteor Disaster, or being on the brink of life and death, surged like a torrential rain in the night, triggering a landslide; mud and water indistinguishable, sticky and heavy earth covered all vitality, leaving only a dark, murky atmosphere of killing coldness in heaven and earth.
The Blood Saint Mage seemed to sense something as well. He turned his head to look at Ingrid, his lips curving into a cruel arc.
Just when Ingrid was ready to fly up, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from the edge of the stage: "I challenge you!"
