"Slaughter!"

The young man's clear voice was like a bold and domineering wind, sweeping across the entire empty stage.

The entire arena seemed enveloped by a vast spiderweb. The dense web of spiritual threads, like countless sharp steel needles, gleamed with a cold light. They intertwined to form an impenetrable barrier, six meters high, like an insurmountable mountain, looming before everyone.

Tong Tianlu was surrounded in it. If he had not used his spiritual power to build a defensive spiritual shield, he would have been cut into countless pieces by those fine silk threads and turned into a pool of bloody meat paste.

The aura of power in Zhuge Youlin's body surged until it reached the eighth level of the Emperor Spirit Realm, and he was at the same level of cultivation as Tong Tianlu!

In fact, he can also swallow gold and rapidly increase his cultivation level to the peak of the tenth level of the Emperor Spirit Realm.

But in this case, it would take him longer to recover his spiritual power.

There are still competitions to come, so he can't consume too much spiritual energy.

He controlled the spiritual thread with both hands and kept pulling it towards Tong Tianlu.

Tong Tianlu has been forced into a desperate situation. His face changed. He didn't want to lose, so he could only play his trump card. He immediately played the Divine Buddha Bell!

Boom——

Golden light burst out, and the entire arena shook violently.

Everyone present quickly gathered their spiritual power to resist the sound of the bell, and layers of air currents were stirred up around them.

Tong Tianlu quickly formed seals and uttered in a cold voice.

"Given by the Heavenly Bell—"

"fall from the sky!"

"Why is there a clock?" Zhuge Youlin was shocked, and then he gritted his teeth. He quickly controlled the spiritual lines to interweave and form a powerful line shield!