"Tyrant Form?"
Qing Yu was slightly stunned, suddenly feeling a terrifying chill rush from the tailbone straight to the top of the head, a sense of disaster made him break into a cold sweat.
In the center of the arena, under the watchful eyes of countless spiritualists, the figure of the Divine Monarch began to change; his body frantically expanded, and in an extremely short time grew into a towering five-meter-tall War Tyrant, majestically standing in the battlefield like an Abyss Demon God.
He gently lifted the Blood Spear, and the surging, fierce Blood Evil Qi burst forth instantly, sweeping toward the enemy in front like a substantial giant wave.
"What on earth is this guy!"
Qing Yu's expression twisted completely, as if he had directly put on a mask of pain.
