In the arena, Huang Yu was now surrounded by runes in the sky.
Small formation flags, condensed from spiritual power, were continuously planted across the entire platform.
Wang Yufan, at the center, felt the world suddenly shift.
Wang Yufan knew it was a massive illusion array, and he was right in its heart.
In Wang Yufan's eyes, he was in a world of endless yellow sand, with a scorching sun relentlessly beating down.
All the plants were burning.
One could imagine that such heat was unbearable for ordinary people, but for Wang Yufan, who possessed Samadhi True Fire and Dragon Flame, this level of heat was merely a trifle.
Just as Wang Yufan was about to take a step forward, the yellow sand beneath his feet trembled incessantly.
Wang Yufan quickly dodged as a several-dozen-feet-tall sand armored figure, holding a long spear, thrust it towards Wang Yufan.
"Wang Yufan, how is it? This is the consequence of underestimating me.
