On the Battle Platform, everyone could clearly see the footprints Chu Yi left behind.
"So terrifying."
Situ Nan's heart was in his throat.
At first, he thought that Chu Yi would undoubtedly win this match, but from the current situation, it seemed very likely that Chu Yi might be directly killed by Hua Yun on the Battle Platform.
The ones most nervous might not even be the Hengyue Sect people.
At this moment, Shangguan Yu had her hands clenched into small fists, cheering for Chu Yi incessantly.
Seeing Chu Yi repeatedly suffer setbacks, she wished she could just rush up to help.
From the current situation, the chances of Chu Yi defeating Hua Yun were almost zero.
"Not bad."
Chu Yi shouted and struck out with his palm.
Clearly, he had used all his strength, feeling that his great palm could at least generate a terrifying hurricane.
But the fact was, when Chu Yi struck out, not only did no hurricane form, even the speed and strength of his attack were unsatisfactory.
