Ji Xinghuo answered, "Star Fall Ability."
"Damn!"
A chorus of shocked voices filled the private box.
Several Legends had given up hope. If it was a Transcendent Species, they still held a sliver of hope that there might be a chance to win, but with Star-falling Species, the possibility of success was virtually zero. It was a pipe dream.
Only Zhao Manying, who had known all along, showed no surprise.
"Time's up."
Ji Xinghuo stood up. There were only a few seconds left on the big screen for the five-minute preparation time for the third game, and he flew out of the box into the soundproof booth.
However, Li Xuan did not come down on the other side.
In the live broadcast, Li Xuan's face showed hesitation, as if he was pondering an important matter, struggling to make a decision.
Suddenly, everyone's attention turned to him. The host and commentator exchanged glances but dared not speak out.
"Could Li Xuan be thinking of withdrawing from the match?"
