Just as Yong Xinghua had a thought, Ling Fan's attack had descended once more, and again a rumbling sound echoed from below, breaking another formation base.
Yong Xinghua felt a wrenching pain in his heart, as each formation base had taken him a long time to set up, especially this most crucial and important Formation Eye.
"What's that kid doing? Has he gone mad, not attacking his opponent but focusing on the ground instead? He must be crazy!" someone in the spectating crowd couldn't help but criticize, feeling a bit sympathetic toward Ling Fan.
"No way, haven't you noticed? That golden Greedy Wolf doesn't seem as fierce as before, and it seems slower too!" someone with sharp eyes immediately noticed the issue and spoke up.
As this person's words fell, the surrounding crowd quickly turned their attention toward the golden wolf. By this time, Ling Fan had already rushed to the third formation base, and under Yong Xinghua's splitting gaze, he swung down another punch.
