CHAPTER 97 — WHEN THE FIELD TURNS HOSTILE
The battlefield did not explode.
It tilted.
At first, no one understood what that meant. There was no sudden roar of power, no dramatic burst of aura that announced a turning point. The air did not scream. The ground did not shatter. Instead, the balance of the arena shifted so subtly that only those who were already sensitive to danger felt it crawl up their spine.
A wrongness.
A sense that the rules everyone had been following had quietly changed.
Luo Qinghe stood at the heart of his domain, posture relaxed, hands folded loosely behind his back as if he were observing a garden rather than a battlefield littered with shattered terrain and eliminated fighters. The emerald glow beneath his feet pulsed once, slow and deep, like a heartbeat that had decided to change its rhythm.
The Verdant Sovereign's Embrace responded immediately.
