C1322 Death Roll

In a split second, Niu Hao was catapulted through the air like a kite whose string had snapped, hurtling over a hundred meters before crashing down.

An average battle spirit sovereign would have been blasted off the arena by such a blow, plunging to a fiery demise in the blood-red magma below.

Niu Hao coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, the sign of grave injuries