An unusual atmosphere filled the entire Hundred Clan Pagoda. Some people were secretly delighted, some were gloating, and some were sighing … All sorts of emotions could be seen.
More than half of the gazes in the entire arena were focused on the broken figure that had collapsed on the sixth arena.
Not only was it broken, there were even many people who believed that it was impossible for Fenghao to still be alive under that kind of attack. That was because his breathing seemed to have stopped...
No matter who it was, they would feel a sense of pity for such an outstanding talent to end up in such a gloomy manner.
All of the Divine Master Bodies were extraordinary. However, they still couldn't be compared to the Phantom Martial Body of the human in front of them.
It was obvious that this Phantom Martial Body possessed a talent that surpassed that of a Master God. His achievements might even surpass that of a Master God.
No one believed that such a person would be restricted to the Saint Realm. In fact, even the older generation experts believed that he might be able to break the shackles of this world and create a flourishing era.
If even someone with such heaven-defying talent couldn't break the shackles, then who else could?
Now that he had fallen, who else could replace him?
Some people's gazes slowly shifted to the Human Race's camp, only to discover that the person-in-charge of the Human Emperor Palace, Dongfang Zheng, had a strange expression on his face.
Logically speaking, as the person in charge of the Emperor's Mansion, he shouldn't be watching such a tragedy happen. Instead, he should've stopped it. However, when Fenghao was completely suppressed and at the critical moment, he still didn't stand out to say a word.
This made everyone ponder.
Some people even began to doubt Dongfang Zheng's intentions.
After all, as the person-in-charge of the Human Emperor Palace, his strength wasn't any weaker than the person-in-charge of the Mang Flame Clan. It would be easy for him to admit defeat at such a crucial moment. However, he didn't do so.
Then, what was his goal? Could it be that he was training Fenghao?
However, Dongfang Zheng's expression told the crowd that he seemed to be hesitating, and his heart was also being tormented.
Dongfang Zheng did not understand why Xiao Qiu Qiu would stop him. Furthermore, the current Xiao Qiu Qiu seemed to be a little different from before. Just a glance, or a random action, made him feel a suffocating pressure. It was as if the seemingly harmless little beast in front of him could easily take his life.
Moreover, every time he really couldn't take it anymore and wanted to admit defeat, he couldn't open his mouth no matter what, as if someone was stopping him.
Dongfang Zheng felt that this was done by this little critter.
As Fenghao's closest companion, Dongfang Zheng did not think that Xiao Qiu would do anything to harm Fenghao. Moreover, it had already been proven that Fenghao had made a series of breakthroughs under the external pressure. He had never been able to put up any resistance at all, allowing him to slightly contend against the leader of the Wildflame Tribe.
This was sufficient proof that Xiao Qiuqiu wanted Feng Hao to be tempered and grow rapidly in such a harsh environment.
"Could it be …"
Suddenly, Dongfang Zheng thought of a possibility.
Perhaps Feng Hao still hadn't reached his limits …
This possibility caused him to be alarmed in his heart. After understanding it, his expression did not change much as he stood on the spot as usual.
However, what he did not know was that Xiao Qiuqiu was also taking a gamble. Although it could sense that Feng Hao still had a breath in him, it was not certain that Feng Hao could break through. If the person in charge of the Wildflame Clan took action again, Feng Hao would definitely die.
"Potential, can you really control this unprecedented power …"
Xiao Qiuqiu was currently focused on the ring as well. It observed Feng Hao's condition, planning to save him at any time.
On the high platform, the white-haired old man frowned slightly. He wanted to save Fenghao, but because of his identity, he could not do such a thing that would break the balance. Otherwise, it would cause chaos.
After all, the reason why the Hundred Races respected the protectors was because they had never interfered in the conflicts between the races. If they were biased, the situation would be different.
"We can only rely on your fate …"
The old man sighed. In the end, he did not take action.
… …
At this moment, Feng Hao was in a semi-conscious state. His mind was a little hazy, and waves of sleepiness assaulted his mind. It was as if a devil wanted to drag him into the endless darkness …
"I can't sleep, I can't sleep …"
There was only one thought in Feng Hao's mind, and it was this thought that allowed him to retain a trace of consciousness.
He knew very well that if he fell asleep now, he might never be able to wake up again.
At this moment, his chest had suffered serious injuries. It could even be said that his entire chest had been blasted apart, and his internal organs were exposed. The endless waves of energy around him swept over, worsening his injuries. Even the medicinal properties of the Divine Armament Book could not keep up with the speed of destruction, which made his injuries even more serious.
It was impossible for anyone else to survive such injuries. Because of the Divine Armament Book, the Shennong Immortal Grass had spread a wave of medicinal properties the moment he was injured, enveloping some of his important internal organs. Otherwise, if his heart was injured, Feng Hao would have died no matter how strong his constitution was.
He was a human, not an immortal.
"Is this the end of it?"
Fenghao could not help but feel a little sad as he sensed the injuries on his body that were continuously worsening. However, it was precisely because of this sadness that his mind was being swallowed by the endless darkness ….
"Brother Hao …"
"Husband …"
"Father …"
"Hao 'er …"
When the last wisp of Feng Hao's consciousness was about to be devoured, many familiar names and faces flashed before his eyes. In the end, his eyes fixed on Qiong Su's kind face, and he seemed to hear a gentle call in his ears.
"Hao 'er, mother will wait for you to come back. You must come back safely …"
"Mother."
Fenghao blurted out. His eyes, which had already dimmed, flashed with a divine light. "No, I can't die like this. They are still waiting for me to return. I can't die, I can't die …"
This thought was like a candle in the darkness. It gave off light and heat in the darkness, dispelling the darkness and bringing warmth.
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