The Blood Wolves emitted much less malicious aura, and their previous pouncing momentum had also slowed down.
"Amazing," for those like Roushan who only knew how to solve problems with fists and hammers, Ziyu's approach was nothing short of miraculous.
"Ziyu, no need to waste any more spiritual power," Yijie interrupted Ziyu, who was still practicing the Mental Tranquility Technique.
He disassembled the hand cannon he was carrying, with a thrust of his calf, he launched forward like a bullet.
The five Blood Wolves, still affected by the "Mental Tranquility Technique," hadn't even had time to react.
Red dust flew up in the arena, with Yijie's military uniform spinning like a wheel in the Beast Fighting Area.
The hand cannon, devoid of ammunition, was used by Yijie as a ready-made weapon. Approaching the nearest Blood Wolf, as its mouth gaped and emitted a foul stench, Lu Xun hastened his attack.
