"Sizzle—" The massive airflow in mid-air interpenetrated, producing a piercing sound.

"Boom!" Under the immense pressure, the intertwined formation points emitted a roar, causing the entire arena to tremble.

With the threat in mid-air gone, Tang Yan chuckled softly, his heart of combat unyielding, his figure ghost-like as he entwined with Lang Qingyun.

"Second Elder, it's been a quarter of an hour. If Tang Yan can hold on for another quarter, your wine won't stay hidden," the Great Elder teased as he watched the battle unfold.