Regret Is Useless (3)

The ground within a radius of 100m instantly sank, creating a deep pit that was several meters deep and more than 100m in diameter.

The disciples who had already retreated to the edge of the square had no choice but to retreat again. They circulated their spiritual essence together and barely blocked the violent wind and waves.

As soon as they stabilized themselves, they couldn't care less about catching their breath and immediately looked at the arena.

The crimson palm and the flat ridge stele were in a deadlock in midair.

Yan Jingren's eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He controlled the tablet to block the red palm, not daring to be distracted at all.

On the other hand, Lin Shen was calm and composed.

Looking at how Yan Jingren was trying his best, Lin Shen smiled faintly and pressed his palm down a little bit more.