The Great Sun Saint Lord's eyes blazed with golden light.
The man with a vertical pupil between his brows also looked toward the Secret Realm.
But in the end, they were all utterly helpless.
They could not see anything. Nothing at all.
But the one thing they knew now was that Ying Huaixu was not dead.
He had survived even that. Was this fellow still human?
Yet even though they could not see, they could only wait.
They wanted to see who would win in the end.
Still, they did not think Ying Huaixu could be the last one standing.
If he could fight through even this, then their disciples were the worst of the worst.
But after they waited for two days, those mighty figures erupted too.
Because Ying Huaixu was still alive.
He had killed those four foxes all by himself in the end.
What terrified those mighty figures most was Ying Huaixu's cultivation speed.
His earlier advancement from the sixth to the seventh layer of the Qi Sea could still be explained.
But what the hell was this final cultivation level of Qi Sea, Eighth Layer?
Just what secrets did this boy hold?
Those mighty figures could not help feeling tempted.
As the old man had said, they all had Great Dao Wounds, and they were all beings about to reach the final step.
But these people all knew that even if their Great Dao Wounds healed completely, they would not be able to break through to the final step.
They lacked the qualifications. It was even as though some kind of shackle had trapped them here.
These people had spent so many years searching for a way out of this predicament, but in the end, they had found nothing.
But something was not right about Ying