The light dimmed.
After a long silence, Lin An slowly raised his head. Only when he looked at the gray interface that could no longer be used for exchanges did he bitterly accept this reality.
He had fallen short by one point—just one point!
Yet this utterly insignificant point had firmly blocked his path to becoming Fifth Order.
Overwhelmed by intense unwillingness, Lin An clenched his fists. During his rare emotional fluctuation, his powerful Mental Strength roared through the quiet Exchange Hall like a storm.
As sharp as blades, his Mental Strength instantly carved deep, bone-visible cracks into the floor.
Soul deficiency?
Beneath the mask, Lin An's gaze gradually filled with a chilling darkness, and a faint red gleam flashed past.
It was not that his mind was fragile. He simply desired to become Fifth Order far too badly.
From the moment he entered the Stellar Battlefield, from the first time he came into contact with Fifth Order beings, he had been suppressing an immense pressure that was difficult to put into words.
His strength seemed to be advancing at an astonishing pace. In just a few hours, he had gone from being someone any Fifth Order could casually crush like a bug to being capable of slaughtering War Star Level beings alone.
But only Lin An himself knew that he did not have the slightest certainty!
He was like someone walking along the edge of a blade, with every choice carrying the pressure of death!
He desired to become stronger far too badly!
Fifth Order Physical Body Strength was the key to his snowballing growth, as well as the greatest support for his continued actions.
His true Combat Power was still far too weak! He appeared capable of killing War Star Level beings, and could even crush them with