In the arena, two men were engaged in an intense struggle.
One was a burly man with a beard, with two knife scars on his face, controlling a gray axe Martial Seal about twenty yards long, exuding a menacing aura with a full sense of oppression.
The other was a yellow-faced youth, whose Martial Seal was a golden giant cicada with translucent wings, flying at high speed but with weak attack power.
Under the slashing of the Giant Axe Martial Seal, it was riddled with scars, and the boy's own body was also covered in wounds, his face pale.
The Martial Seal is a fusion of Divine Sense and Qi-Blood, and if it is injured, it inevitably causes the host to be injured as well.
However, although the yellow-faced youth was no match for Sun Ahxun and was being chopped all over by the axe, he was quite tenacious, trying his best to resist and unwilling to give up, with a face full of determination.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, half an hour...
