"You asked for this!" Seeing Ji Siwen rushing forward again and again without fear of death, a cruel look flashed across Hong Ming's face, and he was no longer willing to show mercy.
The violent star power gathered around him, setting off a gust of wind.
Terrifying red flames were burning all over him, and Ji Siwen would definitely be killed if this blow was carried out.
Just as he was about to attack, a clear voice sounded, "Stop, I will admit defeat on their behalf."
Everyone turned their attention to the person who suddenly appeared outside the ring.
"Yun Qingyan, you told me to stop and I stopped? Do you think too highly of yourself?" Seeing Yun Qingyan appear, Hong Ming's heart suddenly surged with anger. Not only did he not stop, but he raised his hand to attack.
"Boom!" The two forces collided with each other.
A series of explosions sounded, rumbling like a thunderstorm.
The dazzling light almost burned people's eyes, and many people couldn't help but close their eyes.
The smoke cleared and the messy scene came into view.
Half of the entire arena was blown up.
Yun Qingyan's face turned slightly pale. She had just used a weakened version of the World-Destroying Cold Lotus to offset Hong Ming's blow. Although it was a weakened version of the power, she was still in a hurry because of the time. Throbbing pain.
Ji Siwen knelt down behind her. The long knife in his hand was broken in half, leaving only half of the blade stuck on the ground. His body remained motionless, but he was just holding on to prevent himself from falling.
Yun Qingyan gave him a healing pill, "Rest, and leave the rest to us."
Ji Siwen fell to the ground as if his energy was exhausted.
Yun Qingyan looked at the host and said, "Announce the result."
The fact that this game could go to such an extent was beyond her expectation.
She knew that Ji Siwen was only supported by his unwillingness to admit defeat.
However, even with astonishing willpower, there is no way to bridge the gap in cultivation. If he continues to fight, he will just annoy Hong Ming and lose his life in vain.
"I declare that the Hongyan team wins!" the host announced quickly.
Soon a palace attendant came up and took the injured player down for treatment.
Big Fatty Yu and the others also came, and carried their friends back without letting the divine attendants help.
As for those Warcraft, they all returned to the Warcraft Space to repair and heal their injuries.
Because Yu Dapang and the others had another game, Ji Siwen and others were left in Nie Zhao's care.
Yun Qingyan directly took out the pills one by one from the Xuan Ring and handed them to Fuxiao, "You watch and let them take it."
Nie Zhao looked at this student with astonishment, who could hold the elixir as easily as he could hold the jelly beans, and his mouth twitched crazily.
Others get their elixirs in pills, but she gets them in bottles.
Moreover, most of these elixirs are very rare and expensive healing elixirs.
It's so scary!
"Aren't you afraid that I will swallow these pills privately?" Nie Zhao took the bottles of pills and couldn't help but say.
No matter how seriously injured Ji Siwen and the others were, there were only three of them, so there was no need for so many elixirs.
Yun Qingyan continued to look for the pills without raising her head, "Oh, just take it for yourself. Anyway, I still have a lot here."
Nie Zhao: "..." I was deeply shocked by the aura of my students! Even if you are an alchemist, you can't treat elixirs like mud pills, right
He had heard that the success rate of alchemy was very low.
Nie Zhao had already secretly decided in his heart.
Even if that lord doesn't exist, he still has to treat Yun Qingyan well!
So outrageous! Then there is meat to eat.
(End of chapter)