章 1440: Announcing the Winner of the Seventh Arena

Just like that, the situation in the arena gradually shifted toward Wang Mang's side.

Abyss Berserker could only defend passively against Wang Mang's lightning-fast attacks. As for his counterattacks, Wang Mang dodged them too.

Abyss Berserker began to pant from the repetition.

After all, with his current strength, using this top-notch mid-rank Level 7 armor consumed a huge amount of Great Dao power.

Although the attacks he endured would be absorbed by the Dao runes, maintaining these Dao runes would also consume a large amount of his Great Dao power.

Looking at the exhausted Abyss Berserker, Wang Mang chuckled.

"Ant, you can't even handle this?"

Upon hearing this, Abyss Berserker looked at Wang Mang indignantly.

Now, there was not much Great Dao power left in his body.

If he used up the last of the power of the Great Dao, he would lose the ability to resist.