Sudden and overwhelming gravity descended upon the entire arena.
Countless fire rains and the firelight that had momentarily flashed a blue glow earlier fell heavily to the ground at a speed so fast it seemed like a phantom.
Flames scattered, the ground cracked, and without the surrounding fire, Yaobao's figure was revealed, showing a pained expression.
Zilingni raised both hands simultaneously.
With one hand, it shook the bell, and with the other hand, it instantly shot out a thick silver beam.
Invisible sound waves spread out.
Yaobao's pained expression turned dazed.
"Lose!" Qiao Sang shouted.
This time, unlike the previous times when the word stimulated Yaobao to wake up immediately.
With a "bang," the silver beam struck it fiercely, and shockwaves swept all around.
"Ya Ya!"
Yaobao let out a miserable cry.
Li Muxin stood on the high platform, observing the movements in the arena, with little change in his expression.
