Booooooom!
A huge eruption swept over the battleground. Feng Jiahui's sun burned away, leaving only a hellish wasteland in its place.
The light of that attack lasted for so long that it could have blinded any mortals in the audience. The pure heat pulsed through the surroundings, turning the air orange.
The surrounding phoenixes were not affected by the heat or the winds. The actual power of the attack also could not push through the barrier around the stands, so none of them worried about what was happening below.
Rather, they watched with excited eyes to see what would happen next.
From an outside perspective, that attack looked like more than enough to defeat the enemy. However, some of the more keen-eyed geniuses among them were able to see Atlas in that moment before the sun ate him.
His expression was far too confident for someone on the verge of an early loss.
And, the way he maneuvered his qi so confidently…
