Another hour passed, and the white-browed old man was still standing where he was.
If anyone had been beside him at that moment, they would have noticed that countless fine beads of sweat had appeared on the white-browed old man's forehead!
Looking more closely at his expression, it was exceptionally grave. His eyes were fixed on the stone tiles beneath his feet so intensely that they nearly popped out of their sockets.
As time passed, the gravity on his face gradually turned into disbelief...
"Th-this is impossible!... Why? Why have I never seen an array like this?!"
After viciously tugging at his white beard, which had long since been pulled into a tangled mess, the disbelief in the white-browed old man's eyes was gradually replaced by despair...
About half a quarter-hour later, the white-browed old man was still maintaining the same posture.
It was as though his soul had been ripped away, leaving only behind a rigid, petrified shell. He stood there blankly...
There was no need to think about it. One more of the four had been confirmed for elimination.
Although the remaining three had survived, that did not mean they had any hope of obtaining the final inheritance...
After all, they had not even taken that many steps yet. ←_←
"Ah... th-this... (jpg)"
After witnessing the wild array master who "looked like the strongest teammate" collapse on the spot—
Little Fatty, the "lone wolf" among the three, began questioning his life as well.
At that moment, it felt as though he was not standing on level, ancient bluestone tiles, but on a floor scattered with thumbtacks—and he was Tom the Cat surrounded right in the middle of them!...
Nalan Yanran: "..."
Yun Yun: "..."
Compared to Little Fatty's meme-worthy expression, Nalan Yanran and Yun Yun were clearly much