The rumbling continued, as thunder and sword gleams intertwined above the clouds, time slipped by.
In the void hundreds of meters away, Zong Qingsheng warily stared at his former master, who had suddenly become motionless, his brows involuntarily knitting together.
He assumed this former master was scheming something, yet this kind of silence seemed like a good thing for them right now.
When Xu Yuan had displayed the means to devour others, many among them fell into despair, for it was clear that this was an irreversible and upward transformation.
They were unable to counteract this method.
But fortunately, the arrival of those 'Reformers' caused Xu Yuan to stop using it.
Perhaps it was some kind of hope or bond.
But this semblance of beauty was laughably absurd on this battlefield, for they had all wagered everything, yet the opponent actually chose not to use that ultimate killing technique!
However....
This also gave them an opportunity.
