Race to Platform

In the sky, a tree made of spiritual energy floated.

Hearing the words of Master Franco, the air around Master Bisma and Master Uxama also turned much colder.

In the end, Master Antero waved his hand and said in a low voice. "Think about the big picture."

"Hummph!" Fury flashed in the eyes of Bisma as she let out an icy snort. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately resisted the urge. However, her soul-stirringly beautiful face was clearly covered in frost.

The white brow elder lowered his gaze and remained silent.

The Blood Slaughterer Peak master Tarar sighed softly.

The Alchemic Rune Peak representator remained expressionless.

Antero chuckled, consoling everyone two more times, before casting his gaze to the numerous stone platforms below.

Amongst the innumerable figures, Ezra Zephyr and hundreds he led rapidly ascended the pyramid.