Cleaning Up The Mess

"I'll give you nothing!"

With a simple thought, the power of the arena in the surroundings spiked, creating a vibration which flung the young girl backwards.

"Sigh… I did not want to fight you, as long as you don't disturb me! It's a pity…"

Even if Elder Extreme Yin were to arrive in this world, Fang Yuan would not be afraid of her. This was only a cloned version of her.

Although she had absorbed many different types of special abilities to become what she was now, to Fang Yuan, she was merely a stronger mutant.

Without a deeper understanding of the nature of spiritual droplets and the theory of the 'arena', she would always be a partial 4th Tier mutant.

Fang Yuan took a step forward, stretched his right hand out and pulled at the young girl's hair before giving it a strong tug towards the ground.

"Rumble!"