Yet the Three-Deficient Artisan before him was like a black hole. No matter how Ye Qingzhou used the Divine Eye to observe, he couldn't penetrate the artisan's fate trajectory, as if all celestial secrets were obscured by a layer of mist.
"Something is amiss!"
Ye Qingzhou instinctively felt a chill: "There's a higher existence behind him, concealing the celestial secret, making it impossible to observe this person's fate trajectory, hence my inability to see through."
To be able to obscure celestial secrets, such a means is simply beyond imagination.
As Ye Qingzhou pondered, an abrupt change occurred in the arena!
The Three-Deficient Artisan left his contest seat, limping toward the altar, his scarred face now more terrifyingly grotesque.
Four Golden Armor Guards stepped forward to block his path, holding long knives, their eyes vigilant.
"What are you doing?"
The Three-Deficient Artisan ignored their shouts, continuing to approach step by step.
"Rude individual!"
