Fortune Struggle, Final Battle Begins!

"Are you sure you want to make a move now?"

Ye Fan stared at Han Li, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Now.

They stood atop the Ascending Dragon Platform, and the final battle was about to begin.

Therefore, Ye Fan did not mind fighting Han Li at all.

"You, give me a reason not to kill you!"

A terrifying baleful aura flowed from Han Li's body.

Because.

He could sense that, at the very last moment, this kid from the Native Star System had not stopped him from obtaining the final small flag.

Otherwise, Han Li would not merely be glaring at him viciously now.

He would undoubtedly have chosen to attack directly.

"I, Ye, have acted as I please all my life. Why should I explain myself to anyone?"

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.

"Cool."

Seeing this, surprise flickered through Wang Xian'er's moonlight-clear beautiful eyes.

"You!"

What an arrogant poser.

Damn it.

It was as though a raging blaze burned within Han Li's chest.

If only he and Ye Fan had reached the peak of the Ascending Dragon Platform.

He would have attacked Ye Fan without hesitation.

However.

With Wang Xian'er at his side, Han Li's ultimate goal was to claim first place in this Supreme Trial.

Now.

Only the final step remained.

Han Li could not afford a single mishap.

Seeing that the two could not fight at all.

Wang Xian'er felt a faint sense of regret.

Then, she handed a spatial treasure to Ye Fan.

"Brother Ye, thank you for your help."

Ye Fan accepted it. Sweeping his Psychic Power over the spatial treasure, which bore no spiritual imprint.

He easily detected five hundred cubic meters of Five-star Divine Marrow within.

He could not help but marvel inwardly: