As Lu Yongyuan took steps forward, the entire Jiangxin Island gradually turned darker. It was only when he stopped at the predetermined position by the referee that the feeling of descending darkness subsided a little.
Lu Yongyuan stood silently at the spot. He lowered his vision and stopped at the hilt of the knife on his right arm. Following that magical curve, he looked towards the tip of the knife and the soil that the knife was pointing to.
When Lou Cheng approached, he finally raised his head. His gaze was like a piercing knife and reflected the figure of his opponent.
It was just a simple glance, and Lou Cheng felt as though there was a godly sharp knife pressed against his forehead. The hair on his back stood up and the surrounding environment seemed to have been sliced by the "knife's intent". Gradually, the space sliced by it started to contract and became an independent and sealed cage!
