Zheng Zetian drew out a small flag and tossed it, with a booming sound, a thunderous flame descended from the sky, blasting a ghoul corpse to pieces. Unexpectedly, it exploded like a cesspit, with the earth-colored gas waves rolling and surging out, covering the arena like a sandstorm, making it impossible to see what was happening inside! Even Divine Sense found it difficult to penetrate and inspect!
The audience shouted curses! Refund!
Zheng Zetian's expression turned serious, his mind racing, swiftly maneuvering to the edge of the arena, collecting the prepared talisman flags, even the azure mist gauze and the thunder flag on his wrist, storing them in a storage jade.
