Chapter 1180
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At this moment, as the battle platform had already been destroyed beyond recognition, they could only face each other in the air. Their bodies were surrounded by the unique aura of the Dragon Tribe.
In such a fierce and intense battle, neither of them showed any signs of falling into a disadvantageous position!
However, as time passed by, some of the more meticulous members of the audience calculated that it had already been about three minutes!
In other words, there were still two minutes before the portal closed!
Thinking of this, countless gazes were almost uniformly cast toward the golden portal not far away. Suddenly, their pupils shrank. This was because they discovered that the golden portal was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!
This change caused many of the spectators in the outside world to suddenly become incomparably nervous. They felt as if the air had condensed. The terrifying oppression was like an infection, causing everyone to have a feeling of being unable to breathe.
At this moment, the majority of the people's eyes revealed a trace of a sigh. They actually hoped that this battle … would end here.
After all, whether it was Long Bufan or Long Ya, these two peerless geniuses, if they were to die in the Hundred Sect Battlefield because of the Demon Corpse Tide, it would be a great loss to the martial cultivation world of the Firmament and Continent.
"Junior Brother Long …" In the Inner Palace Square of Ling Xuanwu Province, many disciples and elders were also worried about Long Bufan.
"This idiot, is a champion title really that important?" Elder Shi Su of the Alchemy Pavilion said in a rather angry tone, her face flushed red. She was Long Bufan's mentor in alchemy. For so many years, Long Bufan could be said to be the disciple she was most proud of, and there was no other.
On the high platform, Ying Yuanzi, Hong Lie, and Qing Cang, the three higher-ups of the sect, also had solemn expressions.
"Long Bufan …" Lin Shuang 'er frowned slightly. A pair of clear eyes stared unblinkingly at Long Bufan in the light screen projection. Her tightly clenched hands were slightly trembling. At this moment, no one present was more worried about Long Bufan's safety than she was. It was a kind of spiritual fetter.
On the Hundred Sect Battle Stage, Long Bufan clearly discovered that with the flow of time, the golden teleportation door that was suspended in mid-air had already begun to shrink. What was even more urgent was that the City Protection Light Array that covered the sky above the city had also become dim and lightless under the wild attacks of tens of thousands of demon corpses. The light barrier was just like a thin piece of paper that showed signs of being broken at any time.
In this regard, Long Bufan's heart suddenly sank. It seemed that he could only use his last trump card.
If it was according to the previous confrontation, under the situation where the strength of both sides was about the same, using one trump card after another and using the process of the battle to find the opponent's weakness, the remaining two minutes were obviously not enough.
However, now, in this short period of time, it was not impossible to end the battle as soon as possible. As long as both sides were not confident and did not hold back, they could use their strongest trump cards to determine the winner.
This kind of situation was like a gamble. Whoever had the biggest trump card would be able to stand out!
Long Bufan's dark golden eyes stared at Long Ya, who was not far away. Looking at his burning gaze, it was obvious that he had the same idea.
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