Nesta was getting increasingly closer to Ye Yinzhu, and Fergerson's heart was tightening more and more. With his strength, he could easily stop the match from continuing, but at this moment, he did not know when exactly he should intervene.
"Hurry, Dean! If anything happens to Yin Zhu, I'll..." Just when Nina was speaking somewhat indiscreetly, the situation in the field changed once again.
Sitting there, Ye Yinzhu didn't start playing the zither. He suddenly lifted his head, stood up, and faced the scorching descent head-on. His clear eyes were filled with a longing emotion as he let out a call that was not particularly loud.
"Zi—"
The magical glow on Ye Yinzhu's body disappeared, and the milky halo seemed to be under the protection of the Moon God's Protection, burning brightly. Deep within that milky halo, a purple luminescence kindled from the center of his brow and spread instantly throughout his body.