She fought back the unease and tears welling up inside her, her voice trembling and thick with sobs as she asked Zhao Tian beside her, "Senior Zhao, do you think he can make it through?"
Zhao Tian had witnessed countless perilous scenes as young Soul Masters broke through to new realms.
Faced with the young girl's tearful, worried question, he could not find any gentle, fitting words to comfort her. He could only draw on his years of experience and reassure her in a low voice, "Don't worry. His physique is better than all of yours. He'll definitely make it."
Standing quietly to the side, keeping watch, Lin Chen was instantly left speechless by this stiff attempt at reassurance and silently grumbled to himself:
How is that supposed to comfort anyone, Senior Zhao? You're reassuring her while putting down everyone else's physique in the same breath. That's a clueless man's idea of comfort—awkward and hilarious.
Time trickled past, minute by minute. The woods were silent, and everyone waited quietly for Tie Zhan to complete his breakthrough.
After two full hours of torment, the immense halo of Soul Power enveloping Tie Zhan gradually stabilized. His once-restless, surging Soul Power became completely docile, taking firm root within his Martial Soul and body.
Tie Zhan's face, once contorted and tense with suppressed pain, gradually relaxed. Every trace of struggle and agony faded, and his entire presence became steady and imposing, transformed anew.
The boulder hanging over everyone's hearts finally dropped. They all let out long breaths, their nerves relaxing after two full hours of tension, and the oppressive atmosphere in the woods vanished.
The next moment, Tie Zhan abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze bright and piercing. The fluctuations of Soul Power around him rose steadily, smoothly breaking past level forty as he