A gentle breeze blew past.
The smell of blood in the arena was spreading.
Ye Chen stood among a pile of corpses, frowning.
Though covered in blood, he was not injured.
His strength was nearly exhausted, even though the energy from the elixirs hadn't fully recovered him, but he could still keep fighting.
His frown was because the power that was about to burst out was still stuck behind a bottleneck.
Just one last push!
Yet, just that last push, and the battle was over!
This feeling made him want to spit blood in frustration!
Seeing that it was almost over, but there was no way to continue.
Ye Chen said nothing.
There was no sound around either.
He glanced around and saw a row of stupefied faces.
"Celestial Sword Sect, is there no one left?! If so, continue! One comes, I kill one!" Ye Chen shouted, his voice rolling like thunder!
