After the light drew them in, they landed in a wide, open space.
This time, they were not alone. Seven figures whose faces could not be seen stood opposite them.
Le Zhengqing raised an eyebrow, inexplicably feeling that someone among those seven had a very familiar aura.
A deep voice echoed through the space. "Final stage: challenge the guardians."
As soon as the words fell, Le Zhengqing and the others released their martial souls, but they did not rush to attack. No one on the other side moved either, as though they had not heard the assessment prompt at all.
Zhang Huo asked in a low voice, "Who are they?"
Staring at that familiar figure, Le Zhengqing replied, "They are very likely the current Shrek Seven Monsters."
Zhang Huo's eyes went wide. "What!? Are you kidding? We're challenging them?"
Lu Yun had already nocked an arrow, ready to draw at any moment.
Zhou Rong took a deep breath and stepped back. Pots, Bowls, and Pans clattered to the ground. He patted his pockets, discovered that his lighter was gone, and looked helplessly at Zhang Huo. "Brother, lend me a light."
Zhang Huo stared at him. "Old man, you still need to start a fire??"
Zhou Rong looked utterly baffled. "How else am I supposed to cook if I don't start a fire?"
What had been a solemn, tense standoff was thrown completely off course by their interruption.
Across from them, Xie Xie's mouth twitched. He compressed his voice into a line. "We still can't make a move?"
Tang Wulin glanced at him and transmitted, "If we attack, what would be the point?"
Yue Zhengyu cracked his knuckles. "We can't just keep waiting like this."
Tang Wulin thought about it and agreed. He raised a hand, and a point of blue