Blending into Eternal Soil, Building the Lord's Manor

As time passed.

Ming had already been fighting this twelve-winged archangel for more than ten days!

Compared to the prodigies throughout history who had challenged the seventh floor of the Tower of Trials, he had lasted the longest.

Many of the other prodigies had been instantly killed by the monster Han Xing created after just one exchange.

Ming's performance had not only exceeded the expectations of all living beings in this world, but also Han Xing's expectations.

Watching him repeatedly draw his bowstring, Han Xing was full of admiration.

"Not bad for a living being."

He had already decided that regardless of the outcome of this challenge.

He would keep this man alive.

Even if he could not become one of his main troop types, he would still make a fine secondary troop type in the future.

At this moment, after ten days of fierce battle, Ming had already used every method he had learned in his life.

He had even forced out his potential several times, temporarily creating a few unusual combat skills and sniping this angel.

But after such a long time, he was nearly at his limit.

It could not be helped. This archangel was simply an all-purpose creature, and its infinite resurrection ability was enough to drive anyone to despair.

At the same time, the twelve-winged archangel unleashed a destructive combat skill—Doomsday Judgment!

The entire seventh floor of the Tower of Trials was enveloped by endless holy light!

This move was extraordinarily terrifying. Ming had suffered badly under this skill several times.

And now, Ming had reached his limit.

Faced with this skill, he had no ability to fight back at all.

Just as Han Xing thought Ming was about to die on the spot.

The determined man's eyes burst with an unprecedented light.

He said