C88 Magic Circle

"Ugh!"

Zhu Yi grunted as the Phantom Blade, embedded in him, seemed fused to his very being, immovable. At the point where the blade met the cave wall, a standoff ensued between a blue glow and a greenish light...

By now, Lin Yu had pieced together Zhu Yi's earlier actions. The scene mirrored what had happened with Ming Shiqiao at the tournament