d level, yet the commotion of their fight was comparable to that of ordinary fifth-level practitioners...What followed surprised them. To their expectations, Luo Ji, whom they had placed so much hope...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

The eyes lit up, "It's a Gathering Spirit Formation left behind by Shixiong Yiyè! These demons from Wanmo Ridge have been fleeing these days, consuming a lot of energy. Suddenly finding such a geomantic...