Seeing that Luojia had already changed into the Cyan Lotus Sword Robe, Gao Xuan knew that Luojia's clones were mostly dead.
The plasma cannon's electromagnetic field was specifically effective against the Celestial Demon Relic, a kind of Spiritual Marvel. If this shot didn't finish Luojia off, she was pretty lucky.
Luojia looked up at the deep night sky. The Space Fortress was shining in the starry sky, overshadowing the stars.
"Using the plasma cannon of the Space Fortress directly, very impressive. I am in awe."
Luojia cupped her hands slightly and said, "In the third round, I admit my defeat wholeheartedly. How laughable that Ye Qianqiu, that fool, offered himself up to die voluntarily. He actually took a blow for me."
"I'm not dead yet."
Ye Qianqiu also appeared from thin air. He looked the same as always, but his face was unusually pale, and his gaze seemed a bit vacant.
