Countless Meteor Flames cascaded down from the sky.
Before the flames even arrived, an overwhelming aura had already pressed down on the entire arena.
In the spectator stands, a group of strong warriors changed their expressions drastically.
The oppressive aura stunned even them, creating a feeling of palpable heart palpitations that seemed impossible to resist.
On the Martial Arts Arena, Bing Wuying, who had been floating high above, jumped in shock.
"This madman, just a wave of his hand invokes such astonishing power," Bing Wuying cursed at the figure of Xiao Yi below.
Then, without looking back, he soared away, not caring that the battle below was still ongoing.
The Meteor Flames about to fall from the sky had instilled in him a perilous sense of imminent death.
He could no longer concern himself with his role as a referee.
Below the Martial Arts Arena,
