Ni Jing was running out of patience. Seeing that his Poison Fire Dragon attack had failed to harm Wei Jin, he began to gather all his Spiritual Power into his palm. The fiery red Spiritual Power was compressed until it was so dazzling it was nearly white, and even those watching from outside the Array could feel the terrifying energy unique to a Level 15 expert.
Everyone in the audience fell silent, filled with awe and envy for such immense power. They were already mourning for Wei Jin.
The faces of the Iron-eating Beast Clan Members turned grim, and even Wei Jin's expression was no longer relaxed, but solemn.
"Heh, Wei Jin, you forced my hand," Ni Jing said as he continued to frantically draw the Spiritual Power from his body. 'I only have one chance. I must succeed; failure is not an option.' "I already told you I don't give a damn about the City Lord position. I would have let you have it and taken it easy for a change. But no, you just had to provoke me..."
