Altar Ninth Level

"This brother's seriously fierce."

Niu Dadan sighed. If it were him, he would never have been able to go that far.

"What's that supposed to count for?"

Su Ye said with a smile, walking toward the altar. He paid it no further attention, because the fates of these great faction disciples had long since been sealed.

The black, ancient altar had nine levels in total. With each level upward, the pressure would multiply several times over, and the higher one went, the greater the pressure became, almost impossible to cross.

As a result, most people remained on the first level.

However, climbing onto the altar did not mean one could obtain the final quota. Based on past years' experience, only by reaching the third level could one be one hundred percent certain of securing the final quota.

Su Ye stepped onto the first level of the altar. Although a wave of pressure descended, it did not affect him in the slightest. He strode forward, stepping onto a higher level, radiance spreading all over his body as he moved swiftly and steadily.

The second level.

The third level.

In one breath, he stepped onto the fourth level.

"As expected, the higher you stand, the farther you see."

Su Ye stood on the fourth level of the altar and gazed into the distance. Just as he was about to head toward an even higher level, he suddenly sensed something and looked behind him. At some unknown point, a group of people had appeared behind him.

"You're very strong, but today, you still won't escape your doom!"

One of them spoke.

This group was led by six men in white. Each of the six held up a precious box, solemn and grave, shrouded in holy light as they walked over step by step.