The Wujin Pig King before them was like a helpless child.
A pair of giant hands covered in golden patterns gripped the Wujin Pig King's neck as if it were a baby chick.
TZZZZZ~
Pitch-black plasma surged, making the entire battlefield look as though a Demon God had descended.
WHOOSH~
Dense arcs of black lightning flashed one after another.
The vision of the surrounding spectators blurred, and a pained wail echoed from the battlefield.
By the time they rubbed their eyes and came to their senses, Huaimiao, panting heavily and drenched in sweat, had returned to its normal form. It hoisted up the Wujin Pig King—whose limbs were twisted at unnatural angles and whose body was charred black and unconscious—and tossed it in front of Chi Ya.
"You... You!"
Chi Ya's eyes widened, his expression complex.
He couldn't believe that in just a single exchange, the Wujin Pig King, which had held the advantage only moments ago, had been knocked unconscious and defeated.
