The entire battlefield was filled with raging energy currents, forming a massive energy storm that swept across the Holy War Platform.
"Whoosh!"
Prince Long Xiang was ejected like a ball, the sleeve of his right arm completely gone, revealing a sturdy arm, yet unscathed.
This scene immediately elicited cheers from the Demon Clan, boosting their morale.
Meanwhile, all the cultivators of the Human Race held their breath, tensely watching the situation on the battlefield!
Without a doubt, Ye Fan had become the spiritual pillar in the hearts of the younger generation of the Human Race. If he were to lose, it would almost mean announcing the Human Race's defeat in this competition.
As the light faded, a not-so-towering figure stood proudly in the center of the battlefield, exuding a golden glow, like a Golden Arhat!
He's fine!
Ye Fan is fine!!
This discovery immediately brought cheers from the crowd, their held-up hearts finally relaxing.
