"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..." A thunderous laugh echoed from the sky.
At that moment, everyone in the arena was frozen and silent. A large portion of the people there were in the same cultivation realm as Seymuh. But there was no one above the sixth level, while he was at the ninth; the gap was like heaven and earth.
But that wasn't all. Seymuh had activated all the power from his sect's Infinite Chaos Seal. That force made everyone below feel smaller than ants.
Gildor even thought about trying to do something to help Darian escape, but that was completely impossible. His body could barely move.
"Pathetic. I'll personally make you wish for death!" Seymuh's voice sounded as he slowly descended from the sky.
Darian had a calm smile on his face, then slightly turned toward Vymara and waved.
A wave of celestial power flowed from him, covering her and lifting her up. In a second, Darian made her float out of the martial stage.
