At least, this has blocked most of the attacks for the people on the ground.
However, everyone's hearts are hanging on now. No one knows whether Han Ze's meteorite flames are unstoppable or whether Tong Lao's chessboard is indestructible. Behind this unknown is endless fear...
"coming……"
With his eyes focused, countless fireballs hit the chessboard hard, and the extremely fast impact shook the chessboard.
Almost everyone clenched their fists, as if loosening them meant that the chessboard would disintegrate in the next second.
Tong Lao quickly mobilized the output of the huge spiritual energy in his body to prevent the chessboard from being breached, otherwise the people below would be in danger.
Even with such careful resistance, the countless fireballs still could not be intercepted.
Just at the edge of the chessboard, many fireballs fell without any hindrance, directly bombing the ground.
At such a high distance and falling at such a fast speed, each fireball is equivalent to a full blow from every strong Martial King.
After the fireballs fell continuously like raindrops, the ground was already devastated, and huge pits were shrouded in black mist from the bombing.
With the scorched earth flying everywhere, the original appearance of the arena could no longer be seen.
The violent impact also caused the earth to shake to a large extent.
Looking around, I can't see anyone standing firmly.
More than 200,000 people were crowded into one area, shivering and lying in various directions. Even though they were piled on top of each other, no one complained to each other.
Fortunately, those fireballs did not fall on the defensive cover, because they were directly under the chessboard shaped by Tong Lao. As long as Tong Lao could resist, they would be lucky.
Under the united prayer, God seemed to have played a joke on them, and the scene they didn't want to see finally happened.
Countless fireballs hit the sky one after another, and the first crack appeared on the chessboard after twenty seconds.
Looking up from the ground, the crack appeared very clear through the firelight.
Tong Lao's heart skipped a beat, and everyone else's hearts twitched violently, as a chill spread from the depths of their hearts to all parts of their bodies.
Gritting his teeth, Mr. Tong suddenly clasped his palms together, pointed his index fingers upwards, and stabbed upwards.
Suddenly, the chessboard glowed brightly, and the chess pieces on the chessboard exploded with bright light. Even Han Ze couldn't help but be moved.
A beam of bright light shot from the chessboard into the sky, soaring into the sky like a wild horse.
Like bamboo shoots springing up after a rain, the chess pieces on the chessboard emitted strong light one after another, piercing into the cloud body in an instant.
The next second, the color of the sky changed, the color of the clouds kept changing, and the light beams that entered it turned into violent energy, constantly stirring the clouds.
In the silence, a loud bang exploded high in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the cloud body was easily torn into pieces, and the flame fireball produced by the explosion expanded infinitely, completely engulfing the entire cloud body in just a moment.
It seemed that Han Ze's confident attack had been completely broken by Tong Lao.
Looking at the sky again, the chessboard has been repaired by Tong Lao's spiritual energy intact, but the fire is still so fierce higher up.
In order not to hurt innocent people, Tong Lao deliberately controlled the intensity of the energy release so that the scope of the explosion would not affect the air wall.
After a short operation, Tong Lao's breathing became a little heavy. He forgot that he hadn't fought such a fierce battle for many years.
He took out the wine gourd and took a sip. His face immediately turned rosy, and his breathing gradually became steady.
However, he still had a serious look on his face as always, and through the thick smoke billowing in the sky, he could easily detect Han Ze's presence with his consciousness.
It was easy to tell from the breath that the counterattack just now did not hurt the opponent.
"I really underestimated you. I haven't seen you for so many years, and you seem to have practiced a lot of advanced martial arts." Han Ze's voice came out from the thick smoke.
Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly flew out of the smoke. Under the huge wind blowing of the wings, the thick fog was instantly dispersed without a trace.
Except for the pungent smell of gun smoke, it seemed like nothing had ever happened there.
"It's just that you underestimate Yueyan too much. How can you destroy the master's famous skills so easily?"
The resentful thoughts turned into angry voices and blurted out. Before others could breathe a sigh of relief, Han Ze clenched his fists. In an instant, the fragmented clouds in the sky started to move strangely.
I saw countless broken cloud fragments quickly flying towards Han Ze.
Under countless surprised gazes, these clouds of different sizes began to connect with each other. In just a few breaths, a cloud larger than before was successfully condensed.
Han Ze's eyes widened, and with an evil and ruthless expression on his lips, he mocked the useless work that Mr. Tong had done before.
At this moment, everyone realized that the real danger began.
The clouds were rolling violently, blocking the sky and preventing even sunlight from penetrating.
Tong Lao's expression became a little darker, and more spiritual energy surged out of his body, enlarging the chessboard pattern to the maximum.
But he also understands that no matter how good the defense is, it will never be able to withstand the tide of attacks. As long as one of the defenses is broken, the whole game will be lost.
The frightened crowd huddled in the defensive circle, or their fear excited Han Ze's twisted psychology.
He couldn't wait to see the scene of the sea of blood flowing. He licked the corner of his mouth bloodthirstyly, and with a thought in his mind, the clouds flew out again with countless fireballs, like meteorite rain piercing the pale sky.
The sound of high-speed crashing through the air touched everyone's heartstrings. The frightened low-level practitioners all had pale faces, as if they had given up the possibility of living without any hope.
Maybe their thinking is right. In such a terrifying attack, high-level practitioners may still be able to survive.
But the vast majority of people are just ordinary practitioners. They have neither the ability nor the capital to imagine those impossible things in the face of this absolute power.
Of course, this is true for most people, and there are also a small number of sober people who resist this fate with the desire to survive.
Practitioners from all departments used their best defensive skills one after another, even if they were hiding in the defensive shield created by dozens of Martial King warriors.
In the blink of an eye, the fireball had fallen to the top of the chessboard. Bearing the brunt of the fireball, the huge chessboard silently withstood all the impacts.
At the beginning, it was just a constant oscillation as before, but the further back, the greater the pressure, the more intensive attacks it endured, and cracks gradually appeared on the chessboard.
