Only water vapor remained.
The arena had been completely engulfed by water vapor, a white mist shrouding everything.
Everyone stared at the arena, seemingly stunned by the collision between Mr. Whale and the Fire Dragon just now. The entire crowd was silent, transfixed by the mist cloaking the arena, waiting for the victor to emerge.
A moment later, Bai Jing stood firm in place, unyielding.
His expression was solemn, and it took all his strength to hold himself upright. Bai Jing stared intently ahead. Tyrant King had survived under Wu Gui's protection, but the two had already been steamed unconscious by the high temperatures.
Where's the man?
Yes, where's the man?
It was only then that the cultivators below the arena realized Zhou Li's figure had vanished.
Could he have died?!
Was he steamed alive by that terrifying heat?
"That's not the case."
