However, the Yan Sect paid the price of injuries, yet achieved its goal.
In front, Ouyang Ming, who had just traded a fierce punch, instantly transformed into a lightning bolt that split the sky and turned to head swiftly towards the combat arena.
Yet, the collision between the two was just a fleeting entanglement.
But it was enough for the Prison Sect to arrive early.
"Boom...!!!"
On the combat arena, the sturdy stage built from alloy collapsed immediately under the terrifying aura of the Grandmaster, shattering into a multitude of fragments. The unfortunate host in red was pressed to the ground by the immense pressure.
"Swish!"
In mid-air.
The Prison Sect, clad in blood-red attire, had eyes tinged with scarlet, exuding a piercing sharpness and an indifferent gaze that overlooked all beings. He raised one hand, beneath the heavy fabric seemed to hide a terrifying power that pulsed slowly, each slight tremor silently announcing a will capable of shaking mountains and rivers.
