"Take this!"
Zhang Yang's fist suddenly clenched, and the Nether Spirit Fire gathered in his fist, was unleashed with a casual punch directed at Fang Bai.
At the moment his fist was thrown, a dim, ominous light enveloped the arena. Martial artists around saw nothing but a dim scene, feeling as if they were plunged into the depths of a Nether Hell, and couldn't help but be startled.
"That flame... it's extraordinary!"
He Wujie's eyes shone brightly as he watched the dusky Fire Spirit Energy of Zhang Yang's high-speed punch crashing toward Fang Bai, murmuring to himself.
"This punch, even a Golden Core mid-stage expert might not be able to withstand it! Let's see what cards Fang Bai has up his sleeve!"
Lu Hongyun thought to himself.
All the Nascent Soul experts present had noticed the extraordinary quality of the pale flame in Zhang Yang's palm and were somewhat tempted.
Lu Liyu found herself inexplicably tense, clasping her hands, and silently praying for Fang Bai.
