At this moment.
The entire event location fell into dead silence.
Yang Luo was standing quietly in the sky, unscathed.
Wherever the explosion occurred, pitch-black cracks appeared in the void and did not heal for a long time.
On the other hand, Lu Yuanlong and the other ten were lying on the Eastern Desolate Mountain and wailing non-stop.
Their mounts also let out painful cries.
There was a long silence in the entire area.
"Good job, Brother Yang!"
"He suppressed the top ten prodigies with a single finger. He's too awesome!"
"Brother Yang, you're too handsome. You're awesome!"
"Brother Yang, you will always be my idol!"
Bujie and the others cheered excitedly.
Ning Jianfeng teased, "These ten guys lost too badly. They won't be beaten into autism, right?"
Qin Zhanhuang rubbed his chin and said, "Back then, we could at least hold on for ten minutes, but these guys could not even hold on for a minute."
