Chapter 81: Sick Seedling

Until a one-mile-long slit opened on the wall-like protective barrier, the man holding the command arrow, dressed in golden armor, cast a spell and shouted, "Everyone, enter the arena within a moment; those who are late will be punished severely!"

As soon as he spoke, the crowd in front surged into the opening like a tide.

"Let's go!"

Bai Shuchuan issued a command to the group he had gathered, and about twenty sect members followed him quickly toward the breach.

Shi Chun was among them; Wu Jinliang reached out to support his arm, knowing that his body was enduring tremendous pain and that he was resisting it, having seen how Shi Chun could barely walk during his first outbreak.

Bian Weiyin, who often glanced back to make sure the people from Wukang Mountain were keeping up, noticed the paleness of Shi Chun's face—a reaction she had seen before, which instantly made her feel surprised and doubtful as she tried to ask, "What's wrong?"

Shi Chun shook his head, "It's nothing."