Then it was torn into pieces by countless wind blades, the scene grand and violent, filled with the thrill of magical domination.
Ming An was surrounded by the evil wind, hovering in the air, like the arrival of a wind god, stirring the blood of the clansmen in the live streaming room and the audience.
Two live streaming rooms, two completely different combat styles.
The forum discussions reached a climax, supporters took their stances, arguing fervently.
The final sprint phase unfolded under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes.
Ye Ming obviously realized the pressure brought by Ming An, accelerating his hunting pace, with his avatars collaborating ever more skillfully, even beginning to attempt more adventurous strategies, luring multiple monster groups, using avatars to pull, and the main body performing precision strikes in extreme time, squeezing efficiency to the limit.
