Primeval forest!
Inside the Bronze Chariot placed in a forest clearing, an exquisite woman sat cross-legged, the void around her seemingly distorted and blurred.
Not far from her, a man toying with a blue-purple flame in his hand looked up at the sky lazily, his expression relaxed and at ease.
These two people were none other than Wang Ming and Zhao Yun.
They had stayed in this primeval forest for a week, which was the fifteenth day since the extraterrestrials descended upon this realm.
During this period, the world was extremely chaotic. The order established by the past days had shattered under the destruction of the extraterrestrials, and chaotic battles were everywhere.
The number of extraterrestrial trial takers who descended was vast; Wang Ming did not count them precisely, but made a rough estimate that they were close to a hundred million.
Seeing this, Wang Ming felt his scalp tingle. With his spiritual power erupting, he had the confidence to eliminate any single extraterrestrial, but against such a terrifying disparity in numbers, whether he could wipe out all the extraterrestrials was something Wang Ming did not know, though he knew Yin Tianqi's physical body would definitely be ruined.
This trial was not particularly attractive to Wang Ming.
Even the Supreme God Body of the Supreme God Sect, which could improve Wang Ming's new physical aptitude, was not something he felt he absolutely had to acquire.
Aptitude was very important for cultivation, and secret techniques that could enhance aptitude were naturally precious, but Wang Ming did not think the Supreme God Body could compare to the Innate Fiendgod Body. As long as it was not a secret technique at the level of the Innate Fiendgod Body, Wang Ming was not all that eager for it.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Wang Ming