When his gaze fell upon Qin Yan again, his eyes no longer held only despair and resentment. There was also a trace of relief that even he himself had not noticed.
Qin Yan's spiritual power had already broken through to the Eighth Grade Realm. Once Emperor Fall Land opened, according to the rules of that trial ground, Qin Yan would inevitably be teleported to the second layer.
And the second layer of Emperor Fall Land was filled entirely with Grandmaster-level experts, including many veteran monsters of the Eighth Grade Realm.
He wanted to see whether Qin Yan could remain as composed as he was today after arriving in such a place.
No matter how monstrous Qin Yan's talent was, with strength only newly entering the Eighth Grade Realm, he would still be no match for those veteran experts who had spent years immersed in the Grandmaster Realm.
Not to mention those prodigies, Holy Sons, and Holy Maidens from other superpowers who had likewise stepped into the Eighth Grade Realm.
Those people were monsters cultivated with the full strength of their respective factions. Their realms, foundations, and trump cards were all exceptional. They were absolutely not comparable to those Grandmasters forcibly piled up in the Cangwu Small World.
"Sometimes, breaking through too quickly isn't necessarily a good thing."
Long Aotian thought to himself, then turned and returned to the group.
Although his expression still carried a trace of dejection, a faint spark of hope had been rekindled in the depths of those golden pupils.
As long as Emperor Fall Land opened, he would still have a chance to turn things around.
"Next, Chu Feng. Step up." Liu Changfeng's voice rang out once more.
The Arena Tournament continued in full swing.
However, the disciples who stepped onto the arena were basically all