Wang Yanfeng realized what was going on at the critical moment and shouted without any hesitation, “I concede defeat!”

A streak of dazzling silver light fell from the sky and engulfed his body.

More than a quarter of his side of the stage was turned to dust and collapsed completely. The protective barriers on this side of the stage surged with blinding light. The more than twenty soul engineers who were maintaining the protective barrier all spat blood at the same time.

A pair of bronze palm prints were still present on the ground that had caved in. The area that was struck was completely smooth and appeared worked by someone with splendid carving skills.

Only two spots within this area hadn’t caved in. Wang Yanfeng was in one of the spots, while Zheng Zhan, who had used his silver-colored protective barrier to protect Wang Yanfeng, was in the other spot.

Zheng Zhan’s arms were still shaking gently. He was horrified, but it wasn’t obvious.

As a Titled Douluo, he should have been able to easily restrain a Soul Emperor. However,...