"Not even six Bronze Lamps were lit."
"The Demon Elephant Clan claims to have strength enough to uproot mountains, but they don't seem all that impressive."
Suddenly, a faint voice rang out across the plaza.
"Who was that? Who dares insult the Demon Elephant Clan?"
As a prodigy of the Demon Elephant Clan, Xu Kun would never tolerate anyone insulting his people like that.
Having failed the Strength Stele's trial, he was already seething with frustration. He snorted, spun around, and went looking for the unlucky soul who'd made the remark, ready to vent his anger.
At the entrance to the passage stood a slender figure, arms folded.
Mu Chen had crossed the barrier of thunder with his physical body, and stray arcs of lightning still crackled across his skin.
Oh, it was that menace from the Nine Nether Sparrow Clan? Then never mind!
Xu Kun looked toward the voice, felt his scalp prickle, and hurriedly turned around.
Just then, the Strength Stele trembled. A wisp of barely perceptible chaotic energy—the essence of the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Beast—leaked from the pitch-black stone. Xu Kun hastily caught it and swallowed it.
In an instant, his eyes turned bloodshot, and the blood and qi throughout his body surged.
Wait, the passage to the fourth level had long since closed. How had Mu Chen gotten here?
The five Thunderlight Prayer Mats that had floated above the Ten-Thousand-Foot Cloud Platform had clearly been taken away.
Zong Teng, Han Shan, and Crane Fairy all changed expressions.
Only Jiu You wasn't surprised. The Bloodline Link between them let them sense each other.
"By the way, Mo Feng, where did Mo Ling go?"
Mu Chen scanned the Ancient Plaza. The only ones missing were the Mo Siblings.
Could the prodigies from the divine beast clans have dared to