The crowd was restless. It was already a hundred and fifteen breath counts. There was no way Ye Chen could redo his drawing.
Ye Changxuan hit his chest in disappointment. Ye Chen's circle seemed rather outstanding. He could have competed with Mo Teng's drawing. Why did he have to destroy it?
Yun Yiyang was watching anxiously from afar. He heaved a sigh of relief when Ye Chen decided to scrap his drawing. Moments later, he detected another sudden movement from Ye Chen's palm.
Both Mo Feng and Mo Teng were equally nervous just watching the movements on Ye Chen's table. It was a roller coaster of emotions that kept them at the edge of their seats.
Li Xu looked on in bewilderment. Again, the powder circulated in the air, spiraling and forming into the image of a strange-looking creature. The ravenous speed at which the picture was drawn left many in awe.
