Dark red Qi Blood flowed around him like burning flames, with starlight flickering within.
The Thunder Pattern Mask.
Stained with a few drops of glaring scarlet.
Smoothly sliding along the cold mask's grooves.
Melted Gold vertical pupils.
Through the scattered blood mist.
Coldly...
Locked onto the five of them.
Fang Qingyu's footsteps echoed lightly on the blood-stained ground.
Making a faint sound.
Slightly moved his neck.
Emitting a light "crack."
As if he'd casually crushed two pesky flies.
Then.
A calm voice.
Rang out again in the deathly stillness of the arena:
"Next..."
"It's your turn."
...
"Ahhhhh!!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"
"So strong! So damn strong!!!"
"Instant kill for two! Dodged Five Floating Massacres' kill strike! My God!!!"
Seeing this scene, the audience erupted into earth-shattering noise.
As if Fang Qingyu on the field was themself.
Desolate Bone Corps area.
The ordinary members looked ashen, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
