Meanwhile, in the area reserved for eliminated contestants, several people lay or sat with feeble auras and pale faces. Even as medical cultivators treated them, their eyes kept straying toward the Water Mirror floating overhead, broadcasting the situation inside in real time.
Seeing Qu Lin fully recovered in the Water Mirror and hearing her talk about "mostly coming to have fun" and "playing a little longer," they really wanted to cry.
Even Su Zhaoyang, who had been eliminated first and had been sitting alone in a corner regulating his breathing, raised his head. He looked at the lively pink-clad figure brimming with spiritual energy in the Water Mirror, then glanced at the group who had just surrounded and attacked Qu Lin. A rare trace of something flickered through his indifferent eyes... sympathy?
To defeat her, these people had done far more than join forces. They had racked their brains and exhausted every trick, from baiting her into wasting energy at the start, to trapping and surrounding her midway, to that final, almost suicidal killing formation.
Every one of them had given everything and gambled their trump cards, only to end up with depleted spiritual energy, grievous bodily injuries, and damaged artifacts.
And the result?
Their opponent had handled it all with effortless ease, her only thought that she "wanted to play a little longer." She had not even used all her true trump cards—from beginning to end, Qu Lin had never fought them with the Myriad Forms Incarnation that marked an Undying Flame disciple.
They really had fought for nothing.
Li Xiang, on the other hand, had no such complicated thoughts.
Both his arms had been immobilized by medical cultivators with specially prepared spiritwood and bandages. Unable to move them, he could only lounge against a large rock, baring his