Time kept passing, and the eight Dragon Pattern Pillars shone ever brighter. Only a little longer remained before every one of them lit up. Unlike the mockery at the start, more and more people were silently cheering Xiao Yan on.
Everyone wanted to witness a miracle never seen before, and the crowd kept swelling. The Pill Tower's experts had long since prepared. They filled the air and the ground, watching their surroundings to ensure no one interfered with Xiao Yan.
The closer Xiao Yan came to the final moment, the nearer his Dou Qi came to running dry. He was almost at his limit, and holding on any longer was no small trial. Worse than the drain on his Dou Qi was the exhaustion deep in his soul. Maintaining perfect stability in eight directions at once had left his mind swimming.
By the final moments, slight differences had crept into the flames Xiao Yan released, enough for the true experts to notice. His eyes were tightly shut, all his attention fixed on the flames in his hands.
It all came down to this!
A faint glow began to spread from the dragons' eyes on the eight Dragon Pattern Pillars. Success or failure, the answer would come soon!
Xiao Yi Xian stared at Xiao Yan, her fists clenched. Purple-gray Dou Qi swirled around her hands. If anyone dared disturb him, she would strike at once.
Everyone's heart was racing. Even the usually lively Lei Jingxiao felt as though he could hardly breathe. He murmured, "Xiao Yan, you have to succeed!"
"Xiao Yan, you have to succeed!" That was the hope in everyone's heart—everyone except the Spirit Clan.
Ling Zhuo watched Xiao Yan struggle on, his breathing quickening. How could he not see that Xiao Yan was a spent arrow at the