Across the world, countless eyes turned toward the streaks of light soaring into the sky, and the crowd erupted.
Those whom the golden light had knocked to the ground, denying them a place on the Dragon-Phoenix Platform, struggled out of their craters and looked up at the spectacle.
Nearly a hundred streaks of light swept across the sky like comets flying against the current, trailing long tails behind them. Their multicolored spiritual energy lit up the dark-gold heavens like a dazzling Scroll Painting.
Only Lin Ming, Zi Yan, and Long Qingyue had yet to move.
They still stood at the lowest level of the Dragon-Phoenix Platform, watching the figures already fighting fiercely above.
The three exchanged glances. Lin Ming nodded slightly, and they shot skyward together like three swords drawn from their sheaths.
Whoosh!
Once the three unleashed their speed, they held nothing back.
Dark-gold light mingled with five-colored radiance around Lin Ming. Dazzling purple-gold light surrounded Zi Yan, while a hundred and twenty True Dragon Patterns circled Long Qingyue.
The three streaks tore across the sky like bolts of thunder. They moved so fast that the fighters locked in battle caught only a blurred flash as they passed.
They swept past one golden stone platform after another. Those fighting for a foothold on the lower platforms had no time to react before the three left them far behind.
Long Qingyue looked upward. She wrapped her voice in spiritual energy and sent it clearly to Lin Ming and Zi Yan.
"The higher we go, the fewer platforms there will be. We have to use them to reach the summit, so each of us must claim one."
"There are enough platforms at the bottom for everyone, so we can climb without fighting. But their number drops sharply near the summit. Once