Xing'er, in a daze, stared at the entrance to the middle realm deep within the ancient battle platform, where she saw a side strikingly similar to Xie Tian for the first time on Wu Zhen.
"Could it be that all the talents from the death camp are this strong? Xie Tian could comprehend the ancient Dao in the blink of an eye, and this Wu Zhen is the same..."
Xing'er shook her head, trying to dispel this wildly unrealistic illusion, but the more she tried, the clearer Wu Zhen's shadow became in her mind.
She felt a slight panic because she thought there shouldn't be two figures in her heart.
As her heart raced, more than two hundred people who accompanied Xie Tian through the challenges descended the ancient battle platform, their expressions sunk to the utmost depths of dejection.