Chương 1287: Creating An Avatar

Everyone stared intently at Wu Chen on the Fighting Platform without blinking their eyes. Wu Chen's face was already pale and, at the very most, he was just two breaths away from dying. The audience could not help but sigh regretfully. Even someone as strong as Wu Chen was of no match for Wu Mo; Wu Mo would definitely have a high chance of being chosen for the Young Priest ceremony this year.

Time flew by quickly and the duration it took to take two breaths were up. Right at that moment, a dense haze that covered the entire Fighting Platform suddenly filled the grounds. Then, it was sucked completely into Wu Chen's body. Following which, color returned to the pale Wu Chen's face and he quickly recovered. Those who witnessed this scene all carried a look of bewilderment on their face; they were momentarily stunned.

What was going on?

Why was Wu Chen suddenly awake? Did he actually escape from Wu Mo's Dream Realm? How could this be possible?