The dueling arena seemed to respond to Xu Ran's voice.
Eight bronze beast head lamps hung from the arena's dome, and within them, oil-green flames suddenly burst forth.
In an instant.
The entire dueling arena was enveloped by the sudden emergence of oil-green light, nearly solidifying into tangible oil-green matter floating in the air.
As for this sudden mist, Xu Ran had faced it countless times in this trial, and his heart was barely stirred.
On the contrary, he reached out to touch the solidified oil-green substance.
Xu Ran's fingertip touched the substance, and a cold sensation swept over his body.
At the same time, a metallic touch spread through his palm.
"What is this?"
Xu Ran grasped the cool metal firmly in his hand.
Instantly, a clear sensation engulfed him, and the oil-green substance that filled the arena dissipated entirely at that moment.
When Xu Ran's figure reappeared.
A ring-headed saber was seen in his grip.
