"Damn it, I can't lose, I must win!" Qing Yun roared, the beastly growl echoed throughout the arena, and all the contestants below held their breath, waiting for Qing Yun's next move. The four Elders, after a brief evaluation of the two's strengths, also activated protective measures.
Like Qing Hong, after the roar, Qing Yun's power began to increase significantly, and his body underwent major changes.
Dark yellow fur sprouted all over Qing Yun's body, the claws on his hands and feet became sharper, the fur on his tail stood up like needles, and long tusks grew from his mouth. His cold red eyes were locked onto Zhang Po, exhaling scarlet hot air.
Feeling this aura, Zhang Po was immediately intrigued.
"Interesting." Zhang Po raised the Great Sword in his hand, pointing at the transformed Qing Yun, and gave a slight wave of his hand.
"Come on."
