If not for the protective mechanisms inherent in the "World Stage," countless spectators would have been blinded by the light.
Lin Zhengren was merely not an exception.
With the seal technique in his hands dispersing, Lin Zhengren bit his teeth, eyes shut, and instinctively made a rapid retreat, widening the gap between himself and his opponent.
"Junior Brother Lin, concede," Jiang Limeng urged, ensconced in endless radiance. Her voice was gentle, "Your eyes can still heal. Move quickly, and you'll make it to the next round."
The water wall that Lin Zhengren had earlier pushed toward her had not yet gotten close before it began to "glisten." Countless rays of light decomposed the Dao Technique and will that Lin Zhengren had invested in it, naturally causing the water wall to collapse in all directions.
At this moment, she seemed like a being composed of light, as if a divine goddess had descended.
Her dignity, her benevolence, all were gifts of a goddess.
