"What happened?"
"What was that just now?"
"What's that? Such a strong wind?"
The spectators who were lucky enough not to be hit by the flying limbs kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound.
Chu Yu was also knocked to the ground by that terrifying force, and as for Kong Fei, he was nowhere to be seen.
Chu Yu looked toward the arena, where the hurricane had originated, through the lingering dust and smoke.
In that perilous moment just before, only Chu Yu was closest to the arena.
And only she had seen clearly that the powerful hurricane had come from…
It had originated from Liu Qingqing's abdomen.
As the smoke gradually cleared, Chu Yu suddenly widened her eyes in disbelief, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Flame… Emperor"
In the center of the now-flattened arena stood two people.
No, to be precise, one person was standing, supporting another person with their hands.
"Yan" was supporting "Emperor".
"Emperor" was clutching an empty bottle tightly in their hand.
