But Ye Feng, who had prepared in advance, was even faster.
As those Seventh Order strongmen retreated, colossal roots, each several dozen meters wide, shot out from the portal.
Upon their emergence, the roots spread out, striking at every strongman in the arena.
At the same time, bolts of lightning, each a dozen meters thick, descended from the sky, striking those Seventh Order strongmen and halting their retreat.
"Hmph!"
Lord Qiongqi, despite his wariness of Ye Feng, didn't back down but instead rushed forward, instantly recoiling back into the fray.
At the same time, its claw, exuding a thick corrosive aura, was raised high and struck down at the roots in front of it.
According to its plan, this strike should at least sever a hundred roots.
However, when its claws came into contact with these roots, it felt an incomparable toughness.
