All the spectators looked up. Above the vast coliseum, Zhu Weiyi hovered in the air, his Overlord Spear held diagonally behind him. He had the cold air of a descending star of slaughter.
The mustachioed old man's expression was one of horror. He fell back to stand in front of Sakai Yoshiei, his Nether Dark Spirit Charm circulating throughout his body. His facial muscles tensed as if facing a formidable foe. "You're going to intervene?!"
At that moment, dark clouds roiled in the sky. The entire audience rose to their feet, crying out in alarm. The coliseum's general manager, Beligi, felt his heart pound wildly. 'The coliseum is about to be destroyed,' he thought.
Zhu Weiyi didn't answer the mustachioed old man's question. From his position in the air, he pointed his Overlord Spear at him. A dense killing intent gathered, coalescing with the CRACKLING thunder overhead.
