The person who spoke was Master Ying from the Ninth Prince's side.
Huge formations have been laid out around him. Judging from his clothes, they are still intact and not even injured.
Master Ying can be so arrogant, which can be regarded as a certain amount of money.
In the melee just now, all the people who wanted to attack him were trapped in the formation, or were directly driven out by the power of the formation. They were in a very embarrassed state.
The second prince said with a strange expression: "Xiao Jiu, I didn't expect you to be quite good at finding people. You must have known that I kicked you out of the palace, but you recruited me here."
"Hahaha, what are you talking about, second brother? Those half-orcs of yours are incredibly strong, wouldn't it be just right to have an extra formation master for me!" The Ninth Prince said proudly.
He was originally a bastard and was not popular with others, but yet he flourished here.
Even if Master Naying is powerful enough, it is not impossible for him to become Tai Zhi!
Thinking of the dragon chair in the palace, a trace of enthusiasm flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Prince.
Compared to the arena.
Master Ying sat in the formation with his golden sword, and said calmly: "Everyone, if you want to hurt these orcs, although we work together, we don't cooperate. It is very likely that they will find flaws and defeat them one by one."
"However, I have an attack formation here, but I can't hold on to it alone. I need you to give me some mana so that I can activate the formation and kill all these orcs!"
Master Ying's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "These half-orcs actually dare to kill my human race wantonly. Several of my fellow Taoists lost their lives in their hands! How can I not avenge such a blood feud?"
The other monks were slightly hesitant.
In this battlefield, mana is limited and no one is willing to let him use it.
Master Ying said in a deep voice: "I should know that I am quite famous in this capital city. As long as you give me your magic power, I swear that I will withdraw from the competition arena and never compete again!"
Everyone was shocked, but some people's faces showed joy.
Everyone had seen Master Ying's strength in the melee just now.
Moreover, those orcs are also very powerful. If they are given a little mana to eliminate both of them, their chances of winning will be greatly increased.
"Ying Mingming knows what he is doing!" The Ninth Prince suddenly slammed the table next to him and shouted in a deep voice.
He did not expect that Master Ying would use such a skill in the fighting arena.
That was his hope of winning the title, and he actually planned to withdraw from this competition!
The second prince smiled faintly: "Xiao Jiu, calm down, he must know that he plans to die with my orcs, haha, I am also very curious about what he plans to do."
At this time, Master Ying used his reputation as a guarantee. Others had also heard of Master Ying's name, so they naturally had no doubts.
"Forget it, I will lend you some mana." Huangfu Tong took the lead in pouring mana into the formation.
Among these half-orcs, there is also an existence equivalent to the human inscription realm. Even he is not guaranteed to be able to win.
With Huangfu Tong setting an example, others poured mana into the formation one after another.
For a moment, the entire formation burst out with a strange light.
"Humans just like to do these fancy things, but they are of no use at all!" the orcs roared in a low voice, disapprovingly.
Their powerful brute force can destroy any large formation.
"Stop being so arrogant, go to hell!" Master Ying's finger suddenly landed on the center of the formation.
Suddenly, a strong suction force spread to each monk.
They suddenly felt that the mana in their bodies seemed to be absorbed continuously.
"No, stop now!" Huangfu Tong suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted quickly.