Within the battlefield spanning several miles.
Everything came to a halt.
Of course, within that range, aside from Xiao Yi and the Grand Guardian, there was nothing else.
Everything had long been reduced to dust under the aftermath of their battle.
Perhaps, the only thing remaining was the devastated rocky ground.
"Defeated, that little thief Xiao Yi has been defeated."
Among the watching Martial Artists, someone suddenly cheered.
Subsequently, it was like a stone causing a thousand ripples, cheers and laughter erupted.
"Now he has been forcibly suppressed, it won't be long before he dies in agony."
"What a pity, such a Heavenly Talent, to fall like this."
Within the several-mile radius ahead, Xiao Yi couldn't move.
Under the immense pressure, cracking sounds began emanating from his body.
That was his bones starting to twist and even shatter.
Droplets of blood pearls oozed from his skin.
