"Those two are too terrifying."

"Indeed, hell hath no fury..."

Half the battlefield in the mini world was overflowing with pipa sounds, the sonic attacks rippling out in wave after wave. The sounds snarled out like a creature.

The other half was bathed in Qin Yunling's tragic light. Her mirror was blazing with light, trying to keep Mo Yuji down. The two looked evenly matched, both unable to get the upper hand for now!

Wu Yu was not fully paying attention. His 4-Hells Ghostly King opponent was a handful as well, and this was a tricky time in the battle. He could only spare a few glances.

But his impression was that the battle had lasted for a long while and was especially intense. Both their mystiques followed each other's in quick succession as they tore at each other's throats!

Of course, their fires were stoked now, and neither wanted to give an inch. In this battle, only one could continue on. Both thought highly of themselves and were unable to stand that a woman from another place had beaten them.

Since...