Fang Hao slumped at the edge of the cold hall, feeling as if every bone in his body had been dismantled and reassembled, making him wince in pain.
While circulating the Chaos Derivation Art to absorb the power of the Medicinal Pill and heal his injuries, he kept his eyes locked on the changes in the arena.
A massive dark golden light barrier, like an overturned bowl, firmly protected the central high platform and a small portion of the giant statue. Runes flowed across the surface of the barrier, emitting a heart-palpitating wave of destruction.
That terrifying force field from before, which had easily crushed a Low-Grade Spirit Stone, was now contained within this light barrier; judging by its might, a Nascent Soul Cultivator trying to force their way in would likely lose a layer of skin.
