Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Twenty spiritual light balls transformed into streams of light, flying towards the celestial beings on the martial arts arena.
Qin Yang's eyes flickered slightly. These twenty light balls didn't seem to require the surrounding celestial beings to compete for them, as if there were already predetermined recipients.
All the celestial beings reached out and grabbed the light balls flying towards them.
Crunch! Crunch!
With a slight exertion of force by the celestial beings present, the light balls shattered.
In front of each person appeared a number.
"Nine."
Qin Yang glanced at the number in front of him.
At this moment, after glancing at the numbers in front of them, all the celestial beings quickly scanned each other.
Qin Yang's gaze fell on a man standing two meters tall, with muscles like a writhing dragon.
