"05:59"
Six minutes left.
Wu Xiaode returned to Fang Yuming's body once more and saw the remaining time.
Unexpectedly, Song Qingsi entered the game.
But overall, he doesn't need to do anything extra, nor does he need to fight for anything, let alone prove anything.
Doesn't matter anymore.
——No matter what Fang Yuming wants to do, the body is nailed in place and cannot move, unable to do anything.
Although he himself cannot move.
But it does not matter.
Just watch.
Watch until the end.
In the arena.
The Xiushui Sword was held horizontally, pointing at Bai Zongmang.
Song Qingsi's eyes, like cut autumn water, were filled with tears; for the sake of her demeanor, she had to gently cover her face with a small white handkerchief to catch them.
She looked infinitely fragile, as if silently enduring some kind of harm.
However, the buzzing on the Xiushui Sword suddenly became fierce.
