Meanwhile, Talisman Master Shen observed the slowing spirit clouds above the arena, paused his task, and prepared to send spirit medicine.
"Half a month is indeed not enough to condense a core!" The elder glanced at the spirit clouds, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.
"Huh~" Suddenly, Talisman Master Shen, who was halfway risen, widened his eyes.
"What's happening? Grand Elder, look quickly."
Upon hearing this, the elder turned his head to look.
"Hiss~ Why has it suddenly erupted?"
The spirit clouds above the arena, which had been calm, suddenly surged.
A vortex of spirit clouds descended funnel-like directly onto the arena.
Its might indicated that the spiritual pressure within the arena was incredibly terrifying at the moment.
"How is such tremendous spiritual pressure possible?"
"Prepare for rescue, such spiritual pressure is too frightening, that boy might not withstand it." The elder's expression changed.
