The sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise.
After the giant Fireball exploded, the entire venue filled with a thick, yellow fog that refused to disperse.
The sound of footsteps echoed from all directions.
"Shit!"
Lieutenant Pang Ze swiped a hand back, and an extremely powerful blast of wind erupted in all directions.
It slammed the thick fog against the surrounding walls, instantly clearing their line of sight.
Over a hundred so-called spectators had already vaulted the low wall and were charging toward the center of the arena.
'Those probably aren't spectators.'
'They're all from the Resistance.'
'Many of the women among them are wearing those pale Yellow Silk Stockings. Looks like my earlier guess was right.'
The host, Li Ping, immediately operated the system, raising and expanding the barrier wall to block the Resistance's advance.
But a moment later, control was wrested away again, and the wall shrank back down.
