Zhu Xinrong and Old Ghost Zuo, both fixed their gazes intently on the Treasure Pagoda's thirteenth level, hoping in their hearts that the pagoda would be extinguished directly.
If the thirteenth level were extinguished, it would mean that Zheng Ming had succeeded in his challenge.
Originally, the person on the thirteenth level had been entrusted with the greatest hope by the Sikong Ancestor, but now he dared not entertain those thoughts anymore.
He only wished for it to end quickly, for Zheng Ming was too monstrously talented. Two hours was already short enough, and yet, by his godlike speed, he had reduced it to less than a quarter of an hour. If it were delayed further, the imperial throne of their Sikong Family might truly be lost.
Ninth level, tenth level, eleventh level!
The towering pagoda, at this moment, had shrunk to just two or three levels in height, and the light from it that had allowed outsiders to witness the results was no longer visible.