Everyone was dumbfounded.
What happened?
How did the situation suddenly turn around?
A moment ago, Ranmil was so sure that she was going to win, but why had she been defeated now?
Had Feng Wu's luck turned around?
What on earth did she do?
How did she do it?
No one knew how to answer those questions.
Ranmil was so angry that her face twisted. She felt as if she was going to explode.
Feng Wu, on the other hand…
She sat there the whole time without moving a muscle…
In the end, all the Holy Light flew to her side.
Ranmil looked at the ghost king. She tried to suppress her rage, but her voice was still trembling a little. "Your Grace… What's going on? I —"
She wanted to whine and plead, but the ghost king didn't even look at her. He only gave her a wave, telling her to shut up.
Ranmil didn't know what to say.
The ghost king was amazed.
