The dust settles—
Everyone's heart is hanging by a thread at its extreme.
Such a situation is often a sign that the battle has ended.
Everyone feared seeing an unacceptable result.
Two figures stood vaguely.
Seeing this scene, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief.
At least they were both standing, which means that even if Lin Hai was injured, it wouldn't be serious.
As the dust continued to disperse, drops of sweat rolled down from Zhan Wuchen's forehead onto the ground.
At this moment, Zhan Wuchen didn't even dare to look directly at Lin Hai.
Just now, in the dust, his fist was easily caught by Lin Hai with a single palm, shocking him for the first time.
Then, Zhan Wuchen kept attacking crazily, using various fierce techniques, with his Gang Qi operating at its peak, almost fighting in a completely overturning manner.
