"Xiao Zhan is finished!"
"I've said it, first place is mine!"
The Snow Lotus Sword, radiating white frost light, mercilessly stabbed towards Xiao Zhan.
Faced with this final strike, Xiao Zhan's expression turned fierce. The remnant Spirit Manipulation Energy within his body crazily surged, puffing out his chest and straightening his back, the Death Demon Scythe swirling in a wide sweep, the somewhat fading black aura suddenly flaring up again!
"Zhao Long, it's you who's finished!"
As the words fell, the Death Demon Scythe released thick black mist, which abruptly surged forward, demonic energy rampant like waves, rolling in, resembling a bizarre entity with its gaping maw wide open, swallowing the entire arena in an instant!
A ball of black fog!
Wriggling like ghosts!
Utterly chilling!
Zhao Long was enveloped within it, his Snow Lotus Sword losing its glow, becoming completely invisible.
Seeing this, everyone was terrified and utterly shocked!
"What… what is this?"
