"You... you actually caught my Original Beast Fire?!"
Yuan Ming's pupils shrank, his face turned extremely unpleasant, and his voice carried a hint of disbelief.
In the next moment, as Yuan Ming regained his senses, his face twisted into a murderously ferocious expression, but it was only superficial. There was even a trace of fear hidden within.
"Give it back to me!"
Yuan Ming let out a harsh shout, his figure shooting towards Qin Yang.
"Heh, shatter."
Looking at the oncoming Yuan Ming, Qin Yang sneered, holding the Original Beast Fire in his right hand. Instantly, a squeeze followed, and Ice Spiritual Power wrapped around the Beast Fire of the Purple Ming Yan Beast.
Bang~!
A not-so-loud explosion sounded in the sky above the Death Battle Arena.
This explosion seemed to echo in everyone's hearts, causing all the cultivators present to feel a jolt, and then their eyes turned a bit dazed.
