One hundred meters underground.
Chen Yangtian listened dumbfoundedly to the pained transmission coming from afar, astonishment appearing on his face.
Just one second ago, he had been ecstatic, even somewhat envious as he sensed Number Four collide with Lin An.
He had thought the other side could easily take down Lin An, but he never expected things to develop completely beyond his imagination.
Facing a spiritually exhausted Lin An, how could Number Four, a Mid Third Order, instead look like he was about to die?
As the weakest member of the team, he could only barely sense the violent clash of Spiritual Energy between the two in the distance.
He had no idea what was happening at the scene.
After cursing him as useless, he had no time to think and could only grit his teeth and fly over at top speed.
For some reason, an absurd feeling rose in his heart.
Logically speaking, once one reached the Third Order, it was difficult for battles between people of the same level to produce a victor in a short time.
Before their Spiritual Energy Points were depleted, any attack would be neutralized.
It was like having a protective barrier of their own. Battles between Third Order fighters were usually prolonged wars of attrition, followed by an opportunity to kill.
But now...
Could Number Four really be about to die?
In midair, the silver-haired man, who continued flying and only launched long-range attacks, saw a strange glint flash through his eyes, and his expression darkened.
Unlike the other two, who could not understand what was happening, he instead let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Thinking of how Chen Yangtian and the others had not cared much that Lin An was a Perfected One, he let out a cold laugh.
As someone