Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the gigantic shadow of the longsword exploded violently at the moment the target leaped into the air, transforming into a brilliant, ancient compass-like circle of sword light shooting up to the sky, directly enveloping Motan who had nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air.
"Ah!"
"Mor!"
"Mo Wang!"
"Are you okay!"
Liya Delin, Jadka, Ya Ya, and Ji Xiaoge exclaimed simultaneously, especially Ya Ya, her eyes turned blood-red the moment Motan was swept into the suddenly closing sword light. If Jadka hadn't pulled her hard, she probably would have rushed onto the stage by now.
"Marvelous, marvelous..."
