Three steps later, a large amount of thick black mist seeped out from the mask and enveloped her body, as if a demon had descended.
It spread from one meter to ten meters, until it completely engulfed Arena No. 22, which covers an area of several hundred meters.
All this happened in a flash of lightning, leaving no one with time to react.
Even Suning, who was watching the battle from the outside, was shocked by the strange method of the masked woman.
"This, what kind of magic is this?"
"It is difficult to discern with the naked eye and difficult to penetrate with the mind."
"Being shrouded in black fog means you are temporarily disoriented."
Suning's eyes twitched and he breathed quickly: "If it were me, how should I fight back at this moment?"
"She is in the dark, I am in the light."
"She is the one who takes the initiative, and I seem to be the only one who can get beaten."
"According to the rules of the treasure hunt, leaving the ring is considered a loss."
"There is no way out in front, and there is no way out behind."
"hiss......"
Taking a breath of cold air, Suning suddenly felt his scalp numb.
"Junior Brother Su."
After the battle was over and the first round of the arena was successfully won, Ge Jingsheng, a direct disciple of Yuehua Immortal Realm, came over at some point.
Looking at Arena No. 22, he said with a pale face: "If it were me, I would definitely die."
"As worthy of being a disciple of the Wen Palace, and worthy of being the treasure hunter selected by the Wen Palace."
"Her strength is already comparable to that of a second-grade true immortal."
Before he finished speaking, the screams of a strong young man came from the black mist.
The next moment, scarlet blood flowed down the edge of the ring.
The masked woman said in a cold voice: "The dignified direct disciple of Fengqi Immortal Realm can't beat the inner disciples of our Wen Palace."
"You are really weak."
With a touch of ridicule, the black mist receded.
On the ring, a person turned around expressionlessly, not stained by any dust.
A dying man was curled up on the ground, his whole body twitching.
"me......"
The burly young man's pupils were dilated and his face was ferocious.
His soul was broken.
Before he could escape from his physical body, he was mercilessly crushed by the masked woman.
The remaining breath supported his difficult movements bit by bit, trying to climb out of the ring.
"Wow."
Another mouthful of blood spat out, and he lay on the ground, breathless.
Xiang Zhanyun waved his hand, and the corpse flew out of the cave world transformed by "Nakong Mu".
At the same time, he announced loudly: "On the twenty-second stage, Wen Palace disciple Tiemian wins."
Ge Jingsheng swallowed his saliva and said with fear: "It's terrible, it's terrible. Don't let me bump into this woman."
"No, I have to quit in the next round. It's important to save my life."
"Anyway, I wasn't eliminated in the first round. I saved the face of Yuehua Immortal World. Master won't blame me."
"Junior Brother Su..."
He reached out and touched Suning, and said with lingering fear: "What do you think?"
"Should you continue to compete, or come with me?"
Suning's firm mind wavered a little as Ge Jingsheng asked.
He looked at the masked woman's leaving figure and thought about the injustice he had suffered in the Demon Burial Mountains.
For a moment, I felt troubled and hesitant.
"I......"
After thinking for a long time, the hatred finally defeated the hint of timidity.
Suning said in a deep voice: "I won't leave."
Ge Jingsheng chuckled and said, "I forgot your identity as the host of the Wuchen Immortal Realm."
"With Xiang Zhanyun here, even if you encounter the masked woman, even if you are not her opponent, I believe it will not be difficult to save your life."
Suning was unconvinced and said: "Who said I will definitely lose?"