Those Who Block My Progress Must Die

Anomaly Division, underground level one:

When the ten Gray Robes returned, they immediately caused an uproar.

"What happened? Did that Black Robe abandon the mission?"

"Probably not. Look, Number Eight is already half-transparent."

"After encountering a dangerous anomaly, that Black Robe probably chickened out and abandoned the mission."

"Wonderful. These people abandoned their mission, yet they can still get a copy of the secret legacy."

"If I'd known, I would've fought for a place in the top ten back then!"

The Gray Robes chattered incessantly.

They wanted to know the exact situation of Number One and the others.

"Everyone, did that Black Robe abandon the mission? Did he take back the secret legacy?"

This was what every Gray Robe cared about.

However:

Before Number One and the others returned, they had already discussed it.

Not a single one of them said a word.

Most of them closed their eyes and cultivated on their own.

A small number read books.

Only Number Eight frantically circulated the secret legacy, repairing himself.

He exchanged for several secret medicines and circulated the secret legacy.

One hour...

Three hours...

His half-transparent body finally returned to normal.

At this moment:

Number Eight secretly let out a sigh of relief.

His condition had returned to its peak.

If someone challenged him, he could still struggle a little.

Just then, a Gray Robe ranked Number Thirty suddenly opened his door, stood before him, and said, "I challenge you!"

Number Eight's pupils shrank as he rasped, "Are you sure?"

"Those Gold Robes and Red Robes love choosing from the top ten."

"The death rate is very high when you go on missions with them."

Gray Robe Number Thirty did not care. "Everyone dies sooner or later."

"If, before I die, I can also meet that Black Robe from earlier