Seeing Luo Zhiyuan choose an Illusionist as his opponent on the eighth level of the Heavenly Bridge, then end the battle with a single, simple secret technique involving a blood-red beast, the geniuses watching from the plaza all looked disappointed.
There were very few Illusionists among them, and Galesi was the most accomplished. But even he couldn't understand the soul battle he had just witnessed, so he couldn't explain it to the others. It was already beyond his comprehension.
Bolan watched Luo Zhiyuan fly toward the next level. His face was tense, his eyes slightly narrowed. There was not a trace of disappointment in him; instead, excitement surged through him. "Zhiyuan, I want to see how far you can get. I hope you won't hold back this time."
Ai Chen clenched her little fists. After a moment, she relaxed and let out a soft breath. The crystal between her brows flashed, and she turned to Rong Jun and the others. "I'm leaving. I won't waste any more time here. I'm going back to training. I have to catch up to him as soon as I can."
Rong Jun and Wuka hadn't expected Luo Zhiyuan not only to pass the seventh level, but the eighth as well. Now he was heading for the ninth. They were both stunned.
At Ai Chen's words, they simply nodded without saying anything. They wanted to see how far Luo Zhiyuan would get today. Judging by the way he was flying, he would probably push himself to the limit and try to reach the very end.
King Longyu murmured, "The eighth level—he got through it so easily. From the Soul Secret Technique he used, it should have been Blood Crocodile King's Soul Beast, right? But wasn't its power a little too incredible?"
Tongnan King said beside