Crack—!
Bone-breaking sound sharp enough to make teeth ache.
Like the whisper of the Death God, it suddenly echoes on the dust-filled arena.
Clearly penetrating the deafening uproar of the audience.
It is precisely at the moment the crisp sound is heard.
A few dull thuds simultaneously pound.
The attacks of the remaining four from the Desolate Bone Slaughter, wrapped in their full anger, killing intent and a tinge of belated fear, strike heavily on Fang Qingyu's back.
The frenzied Power erupts instantly.
The dark gold-colored Qi Blood smoke around Fang Qingyu surges violently, flaring like a candle in the wind, as if it could be completely torn apart at any moment.
His body suddenly leans forward.
Enduring the combined strike.
Boom—!!!
Centered on Fang Qingyu, the already battered arena floor explodes into a huge crater over ten meters in diameter.
Thicker dust mixed with gravel and lingering dark red blood mist.
Like volcanic ash eruption, it instantly shoots skyward.
