The spectators outside the arena no longer found the ever-changing colors of the thunder falling from the sky or the meteors crashing down one after another as surprising as they did at first. The arena's area was continuously expanding, the audience seats continuously retreating, and at the center of the field, no one could see Pei Yan's figure anymore.
As the thunder changed from blue to red, then red to black, and black to purple, the frequency of thunderbolts and meteor descents gradually slowed compared to before, but their power grew increasingly stronger. The result of this round after round of attacks was a bottomless black hole spewing thick black smoke.
"Whew! Is that guy still, still alive?" Ning Quanchen, having once again repaired the defensive array that had been struck with several cracks, wiped the sweat from his forehead and quietly asked.
