Fifteen minutes later.
The battle in the sky above Yunxiao sect came to an end.
The yunxiao sect disciples witnessed the battle with their own eyes. At this moment, their expressions had changed from fear to panic and confusion.
In their eyes, second senior brother, who could be said to be invincible in the same realm, had actually lost to that Tuesday and even lost an arm.
Although the other party was suspected of relying on the benefits of the magic treasure, anyone with a discerning eye could see that if both parties did not use the magic treasure, then Tuesday was still better than second senior brother.
"I lost."
Yun Tian held his injured right arm and left the arena dejectedly.
Tuesday did not mock him and just quietly returned to sacred king Nether River's back.
Sacred King Nether River looked at the expressions of the Yunxiao sect disciples below and was quite satisfied in his heart.
