She studied her face in the mirror. Her skin was fairer than before, but it was not a pallid white; it had the warm, lustrous quality of jade.
At the breakfast table, Chen Hao smiled and said, "Yaoyao, you don't need to go anymore. Low-level Soul-Devouring Abyss Demons no longer offer you any value as a trial."
Chen Siyao nodded. "Okay, big brother." She knew it herself, too. Over the past few days, the battles had grown easier and easier.
Qin Xiaoyu and Wu Tian had also reached the late stage of the Body-Tempering Realm. Qin Xiaoyu relied on talent: she ate faster, slept more soundly, and cultivated more smoothly than anyone else.
Wu Tian relied on sheer determination—he fought when it was his turn in the rotation, and he fought when it wasn't. When thirsty, he took a sip of water; when hungry, he gnawed on a piece of spirit beast meat; when tired, he leaned against a rock and closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and went right back in.
The teams had changed. Qin Xiaoyu, Yang Wanqing, and Ying Wenjie formed one group. Swordsmanship for battlefield control, flanking strikes, and head-on assaults—their coordination grew increasingly seamless.
Wu Tian and Ye Chendong formed another group, combining brute force with finesse. Ye Chendong staggered the Abyss Demons, and Wu Tian sent them flying. They also had a husky.
Xiao Yue joined the fighting the day after Chen Siyao withdrew from the trial, and she seemed like a completely different dog.
Usually, she lay in the loft sleeping, letting Yang Wanqing brush her fur, Chen Siyao feed her snacks, and Qin Xiaoyu pet her head.
The moment she entered the battlefield, she bared her fangs and moved so fast that all anyone could see was a grayish-white