Ren Feifan felt the terror of this force, his eyes narrowed, and the powerful recoil made his arms aching fiercely.
His arm was almost shattered by the vibration.
Ren Feifan raised his head and saw that there was no one around, but the barrier around the arena had already completely shattered.
A pressure engulfed the entire arena, so terrifying.
"Are you going to intervene to save him?"
Ren Feifan's icy voice rose, without a trace of fear.
The world fell silent for several seconds before an aged voice responded, "Indeed, I intend to save him. As long as I am here, you cannot kill him."
"What if I insist on killing him?"
Ren Feifan clenched his palm, and the Holy Abyss Sword flew back into his hand.
He had already guessed who had intervened—it must be those old monsters from Huaxia.
