At that moment, Wu Yu was completely engulfed by the lightning.

From his final struggle, it seemed like he had already given up. He had chosen to deal with it anyhow, and by forcing his way.

To everyone present, this course of action was undoubtedly the stupidest. A forced resistance was completely meaningless. If he had surrendered, and preserved some strength, he might have been able to win against Qin Fuyao, and perhaps even enter the top three.

Truly, from the start, Wu Yu was the weakest in the top four.

On the Battlefield of Old, the black lightning criss-crossed to form a flower. At the heart of the flower, Wu Yu had completely vanished, drowned in the numerous flashes of lightning. Everyone felt that this battle was basically over.

Some felt that this was a pity. "Wu Yu is definitely doomed this time. With such grievous injuries, he will need a long time to recover. Poor guy. Having squandered so much cultivation time, he will be in for a humiliation even if he musters the courage to go back to the Shushan Immortal Sect."

Some thought it was funny. "This kid is really frightfully stubborn. But it's the work of a fool....