Fang Zheng stood far away, not even daring to take a deep breath as he watched.
The battle had reached the climax, the winner and the loser decided from this showdown.
"Lord Qing Shu, hang in there!" Fang Zheng was so nervous his body was shaking, he knew that going over would only cause trouble, thus he could only cheer for Gu Yue Qing Shu loudly.
As if he heard Fang Zheng's voice, the ice blade storm got smaller, forcefully suppressed by Qing Shu.
"Damn it, I can actually get into a situation where my primeval essence is insufficient…" Bai Ning Bing gritted his teeth, rotating slower as his primeval essence recovery could not keep up with his expenditure, getting into a helpless situation.