Xu Yi sprang to his feet, donned a brand-new cloak, and chased after the main group, streaking westward through the air.
Now he was getting anxious too—not just for Xu Yanzhi, but for himself.
Xu Yanzhi had forcibly taken his Red Name, and according to the rules, all the merit points he had accumulated were instantly wiped out.
In other words, he now had zero merit points. If things continued like this, he would definitely be eliminated.
After all, no matter how desperate the organizers were for participants, they would never let someone with zero merit points pass the test.
The most urgent thing was to stir up some trouble and eliminate a few more unlucky souls.
He had flown barely ten miles when he spotted six or seven people rushing toward him. He darted forward and blocked their path. "Wrong way! You're headed the wrong way. Everyone went west. I got fooled by that illusion too."
The group exchanged bewildered looks, still trying to make sense of it. Xu Yi swept out his hand, firing Palm Thunder again and again. Four of them were knocked unconscious in an instant, while the other three were badly wounded.
"You—you—you... How is this possible..."
A fat man in white pointed at Xu Yi, coughing up blood as he demanded an answer, his eyes filled with shock.
The other two stared at him, eyes wide.
Xu Yi took out his token and released its radiance, enveloping the four people on the ground. They vanished, and he calmly collected their merit points.
"Whether you want to be eliminated or keep going, whoever has a high-grade Spirit Body Pill can continue the trial."
His voice was cold and utterly devoid of emotion.
"I—I have one! Don't eliminate me, please, don't eliminate me! I've had such