Outside the arena, Shangguan Bo also let out an "ah".
After half-kneeling on the ground, one would soon be suppressed to a prone position—a common suppression process.
Based on that, the chances of Chu Yi losing were already at eighty to ninety percent.
However, Chu Yi, who didn't immediately fall prone, surprised everyone.
"Damn, he can actually hold on for this long."
"Monstrous, truly monstrous."
"I really suspect this guy has a swapped body, how could he have such skills?"
The disciples of Zhengyang Sect sighed and shook their heads repeatedly: "Isn't this too unbelievable? How could he withstand Senior Brother Hua Yun's spiritual artifact?"
"Could this guy have some master invisibly helping him?"
The speaker also glanced at Old Man Zhuge.
Among the crowd of onlookers, apart from Old Man Zhuge, there shouldn't be anyone else who could help Chu Yi.
"It's not even two minutes yet, let's see in a few more minutes."
