The spectator area was completely silent. Everyone was staring at the arena where the smoke had yet to dissipate.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the spatial vortex slowly disappeared, and there was no longer any obstruction in the middle.
The scene on the arena finally appeared before everyone's eyes.
Man Dao stood in the middle of the arena, his two huge blade-like forelimbs covered in countless fine cracks.
Its bright green body was completely red, as if it was already cooked.
Most importantly, all the spectators could see that he had already fainted.
It was purely relying on its tough lower limbs to support its body.
On the other hand, Su Mo, who was not far away from him, also looked like he had been severely injured.
His entire body was covered in terrifying knife wounds, and the blood that flowed out almost dyed his entire body red.
His aura was extremely weak. It was obvious that he had suffered unimaginable injuries.
