"Next, Yun Yang!"
Seeing Yun Yu return in defeat, Yun Yang felt his heart clench.
Still, he was one of the outstanding disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect's Inner Sect. He soon forced himself to calm down and silently encouraged himself. I train so hard every day, putting in effort others can scarcely imagine. How could I possibly be worse than her?
Then, his expression solemn, he strode forward with firm steps.
Once he stood in position, his hands flashed through seals like phantoms. The dou qi within him surged like a raging tide, bursting forth with an unstoppable momentum and a boom, sweeping toward the Eight Trigrams Gate like a furious dragon.
In an instant, the runes on the enormous gate seemed to come alive. They flickered much faster, and the illuminated area was far greater than it had been during Yun Yu's trial.
At this sight, sparks of anticipation ignited in the onlookers' eyes. They felt that Yun Yang might truly overcome this hurdle and reach the sixty-percent requirement.
Yet as the seconds ticked by, the flickering light gradually reached a peak, then seemed to strike an invisible wall. It could advance no farther and finally settled.
"Thirty percent. Fail!"
Yun Leng slowly shook his head, his expression grave. His voice struck Yun Yang's heart like a heavy hammer.
At those words, Yun Yang's face filled with dejection. Like an eggplant wilted by frost, he heaved a helpless sigh, bowed respectfully to the sect leader and elders, then withdrew forlornly.
Seeing the results of these two, the crowd began whispering among themselves.
The disciples who had placed such high hopes in them now shook their heads, lamenting that Gate of Life and Death Resonance was far more difficult than they had imagined.
More of their gazes turned toward