Amidst the boiling steam, Tang Zheng and the Nuclear Flame clashed fiercely.
This third game had proceeded without them experiencing such high-intensity combat before, so their combat power was nearly at peak, making it impossible to determine a winner in a short time.
"Leader, stop fighting and retreat quickly," the vice leader seized an interval and conveyed the message to Yan Chiyang through a mental imprint.
"No, Tang Zheng must die."
Yan Chiyang refused, watching as the once insignificant pest he could easily crush like an ant had grown to equal status with him, his jealousy nearly driving him mad.
"It must be the effect of the Spark. If I obtain it, I can undoubtedly become the number one in the Trojan World, dismissing everyone like Di Jingfei and Bingxu."
Yan Chiyang raised his right hand, a ball of light the size of a basketball forming, and then he threw it out.
