"Tell me how you felt about yesterday's Spirit Ascension Platform experience."
Wu Changkong stood behind the lectern, calmly watching the five students in the classroom.
The atmosphere in Class Zero was noticeably different from usual that day.
Zhang Yangzi had dark circles under his eyes. Clearly, he had not slept well the night before.
He was not afraid.
He was mostly frustrated.
Whenever he thought of how he had been the first to be eliminated—and all because he had rashly provoked a flying soul beast and drawn an entire flock of large blue birds—he wanted to bury his head in his desk.
Wang Jinxi did not look well either.
His condition was different from Zhang Yangzi's.
Zhang Yangzi was full of regret; he had actually suffered nightmares.
The grotesque human face of the Man Faced Demon Spider as it dropped from above, the chill of its legs piercing his body, and the terror that felt as though its venom had frozen even his soul still haunted his memories.
At that moment, he had truly believed he was going to die.
Xie Xie was equally pale.
Yesterday, to protect the crystallized Tang Wulin, he had held off the wolf pack head-on, suffering more cuts than he could count.
It had not seemed like much inside the Spirit Ascension Platform, but once he returned and rested, the images of those Azure Wolves lunging at him flashed through his mind over and over.
He had jolted awake once in the middle of the night, his back drenched in cold sweat.
Gu Yue, on the other hand, looked normal.
She was just a little quieter than usual.
Tang Wulin was the only one who was visibly brimming with excitement.
A hundred-year soul ring.
A hundred-year Little Ant soul spirit.
His Star-Sinking Hammer had evolved.