The first stage of the second round of selections had eliminated hundreds of people. Now, more than three thousand remained in the Chi Yan Desert. They had no time to celebrate; one by one, they sat cross-legged and worked hard to recover, preparing for the next test.
About three or four hours later, when everyone had recovered, the Mo Family elder stroked his beard and chuckled. He called out, "All right, let's keep moving. Follow me!"
Watching the Mo Family elder flash away, everyone hurried after him. Blood Wolf looked ahead, puzzled. "Didn't they say this was a test of strength? Why hasn't it started yet?"
"The first round of selection and the previous test of speed happened without us even realizing it. Maybe this one's the same," Qiong Lie said, sounding uncertain. He was about to say more when his body suddenly lurched. Then he felt himself plummeting, and saw Ling Tian and the others dropping rapidly, too.
"Is this... a Gravity Restriction?" Su Ying furrowed her brows and looked at Ming Ye. "Big Brother Ming, this method seems like Uncle Kong Yuan's. Could it be that he..."
That was right. Ling Tian and the others were plummeting because of the Gravity Restriction. They felt as if a mountain had come crashing down on them. Those with weaker bodies stumbled, barely able to take a step.
"It should be. I expect the Mo Family patriarch asked my master to set it up." Ming Ye nodded, carefully sensing the surroundings. His brows knitted together. "My master's certainly ruthless. This gravity must be close to ten thousand times normal. Even ordinary Nine Heavens Profound Immortals would struggle to endure it."
"Heh, we're no ordinary cultivators, so naturally the standards are different." Kuang Ao grinned. He stretched his limbs, looking utterly relaxed.