The space around Fang Qingyu was instantly sealed off from all directions.
There was no way to evade, no way to block.
On the stands, countless spectators supporting Fang Qingyu held their breaths, their hearts in their throats.
Just when the seven destructive attacks were about to strike.
The air around Fang Qingyu distorted and boiled in an instant.
The originally dark red and golden calamity flame Qi Blood was burning wildly at this moment.
The color deepened, almost to a dark gold with shimmering starlight.
The most astonishing change occurred on both sides of his head.
The shadow of two prominent Dragon Horns was vaguely outlined in the boiling dark gold Qi Blood.
Encased entirely in the intense dark gold Qi Blood smoke.
Outsiders couldn't see the true form of those Dragon Horns at all.
They could only see above Fang Qingyu's head, in the densest dark gold Qi flame, seemed to be two more concentrated protrusions burning fiercely.
