Was Sage Monarch Winter Melon's defense no longer going to be able to hold on? Or was it his voice that was no longer able to bear it?
In this battle where one's roar decided the victory, one's voice was an extremely important weapon.
I really hope that this mode of battle would change to something else, several reporters thought to themselves.
Frankly, they couldn't stand listening to the two Profound Sages roaring like this; their minds were slowly breaking down.
Perhaps even the heavens couldn't stand this kind of battle wherein their strength entirely depended on their voices.
Senior Melon Eater, who was roaring loudly, suddenly started coughing.
"Cough, cough, cough... what's going on?" Senior Melon Eater's voice echoed.
At the same time, the golden shock wave covering the entire place quickly dissipated—Senior Melon Eater had unexpectedly stopped his attack.
The duel location had already transformed into a giant pit.
