As the rising azure mushroom cloud slowly dissipated, the powdered Qingyu scattered to the ground, as if laying a blue sand carpet on the ground.
The entire arena was silent, the sound of fine sand falling became particularly noticeable.
After an unknown period of time, it was the startled exclamation of a young girl that broke this eerie silence.
"Ah? What's happening?!"
Shen Qingming looked around in confusion, only to find herself standing outside the circular arena, surrounded by a petrified crowd that was stunned. In the center of the arena, Shen Bailin's projection remained standing quietly, yet for some unknown reason, a fine azure rain began to fall...
