In an instant!
The whole audience fell into dead silence!
Everyone stared blankly at that distant valley!
There, in the valley, scattered rocks flew about, and smoke and dust billowed!
Not until the rocks and dust had completely dispersed,
could one see Richie Stone covered in wounds, flesh blurred and bloody, spewing several mouthfuls of blood, looking extremely miserable!
No longer did he possess the spirited and arrogant demeanor he had when he first entered the arena!
In contrast, Reginald Levin.
At this moment, he stood silently in the dark void above.
With his hands behind his back, his hair and robe fluttering wildly, exhibiting an overwhelming domineering presence.
Although he too was injured, the damages were only superficial and not troublesome at all.
Such injuries could heal in an extremely short time.
"Ancestor Purple Sky!"
"How is it possible?! Ancestor Purple Sky actually lost to that old fella Reginald Levin?!"
"Why?! Why is this happening?!"
