Lan Xi had only said this to everyone before she found a spot under the stage on her own, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to recover her energy as quickly as possible with two medium-grade spirit stones that had appeared in her hands at some point.
Meanwhile, atop the stage, those who had been ready to strike were now unleashing their various secret techniques, launching fierce attacks at the newly formed silver light screen.
The first to attack was Xin Yuan.
As soon as Lan Xi's voice had faded, a faint yellow light swept over Xin Yuan's body. He leaped up, wielding a huge iron rod in his hands and smashed it down toward the center of the silver light screen, seemingly out of thin air.
The next moment, countless murky rod shadows, towering like small mountains, crashed down upon the silver light screen, battering it relentlessly.
A series of airwaves exploded on the screen, reverberating throughout the cavern and vaguely forming swirling, dark winds.