The standing figure was surrounded by thunderfire, gradually diminishing at the moment, as he reached out with a virtual grasp, the lifelike image of a Qilin on the arena scattered.
Qin Jin.
And lying on the arena was Shi Luoshu.
His breath was sluggish, his body covered with wounds, but he retained the last trace of consciousness, now panting heavily.
"What happened in there?"
"It seems Qin Jin is in an advantageous position?"
"Hiss, is there an internal replay of the domain?"
"Well done, Qin Jin did great."
"That Qilin, lifelike, what level of control over power must one achieve to reach this step?"
The uproar ensued.
On the Star Ascending Arena.
The thunderfire around Qin Jin dissipated.
Ahead, Shi Luoshu struggled to sit up, the Celestial Book Armor on his body already hidden, looking at Qin Jin, not a trace of sadness on his face, he quickly said: "I lost."
"Qin Jin, thank you for showing mercy."
