Two Years

Eight imposing minotaurs roughly about the size of 1,500 meters with terrifying golden spears in their hands dashed towards Qin Wentian. Just the sight of them was sufficient to make one’s heart quake in fear.

The pressure was too overwhelming, although combat hasn’t started, Qin Wentian already felt a sense of being stifled by the pressure. Although these golden imposing minotaurs only had a cultivation base at the fifth-level of Celestial Phenomenon, their combat prowess far surpassed their level of cultivation.

Staring at those eight figures moving in closer, a fearsome intent to battle emanated from Qin Wentian.

Since this was the combat region, where would there be any logic in retreating? He had to go all out, finding his limits and breaking through it. He also wanted to see how far he can go and how high his combat prowess truly was without borrowing aid from divine weapons.