[Lei Tingsen, guys, sway with my rhythm!]
Huge sound waves spread in all directions, colliding with the edge of the arena, creating ripples.
Even with the protection of the arena, the loud and piercing noise still traveled far.
People who were initially watching other arenas all looked towards Arena No. 10 when the music started.
After all, this local DJ with a tacky style is truly a rare sight in this era.
And using such a method to attack indeed draws a lot of attention.
Ye Bufan looked at the layers of sound waves sweeping towards him, his face extremely grim!
This is a group attack, a massive range group attack, and he couldn't possibly dodge it.
Ye Bufan rapidly formed hand seals, a golden light flashed across his body: "Eight Gates Escape Armor, Suppress!"
[Boom!]
The terrifying sound waves collided with the golden light, Ye Bufan's body shook several times, and his face turned even more grim.
