Manifestation (2)

Zhao Min, dressed in white as pure as snow, shifted her gaze from Wei Zhongran to Li Yan's retreating figure.

"Pseudo-Core already. That was truly fast. We're at the same realm now. What did you experience over these past two years? Or was it because of the Fragmented Poison Body?"

Zhao Min's cultivation talent had always been extremely high. Ever since the knot in her heart had been untied, the realm that had stagnated for many years had begun to advance by leaps and bounds.

Her cultivation had risen all the way from the late Foundation Establishment Realm to Pseudo-Core, while the "Qiongqi Purgatory Art" had progressed from the late second layer to the third layer.

She had thought that when she saw Li Yan again, it would already be remarkably fast if he had reached the peak of the early Foundation Establishment Realm. The result had greatly exceeded her expectations.

Yet she was cold by nature, and no fluctuation showed on her face.

Gong Chenying's figure was as striking as ever, with long, slender legs and steep peaks before her chest. She was still at the Pseudo-Core realm, but her aura was far more prolonged and profound than Zhao Min's or Wang Tian's.

She had already reached the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Forming a core was merely a matter of choosing the right time. The "Qiongqi Purgatory Art" had astonishingly reached the peak of the third layer, and flowing light swirled over her brown skin.

"He really came back!"

Gong Chenying murmured softly. After her chest heaved violently several times, she swiftly forced it down.

Because their own squad had begun charging forward as well.

At the same time the battle began below, the Spirit Transformation cultivators ten thousand zhang above had already clashed. Yet they