This time, a Formation barrier properly activated around the platform, keeping the audience safe from any stray attacks.
This inadvertently caused almost everyone to imagine what a sight they would have seen if the one operating the Formation wasn't taking his time with putting it up and it activated on time in the previous match.
Yun Ping was now awake, as various precious medicines were poured onto his largely swollen face, and pills were shoved into him while he was unconscious. But even though he was awake, he was largely out of it, barely recognizing what was happening, as if in a half-asleep state.
Meanwhile, Li Yunxi's smile widened as her gaze grew sharper, and with a light movement of her hand, the whip unfolded from the coiled position into a wavy one, though not falling to the ground, still floating in the air around her.
She was also careful to keep at least one semi-looped part of it in between her and Wu Long, cautious against his sudden accelerations.
