After Huo Yutong told the Shrek group that Tang Wulin had entered seclusion, they could not help looking at one another.
Beibei sighed.
"Did I push Wulin too hard...?"
He did not know that half the reason Tang Wulin had chosen to enter seclusion at this time was to catch up to Huo Yutong. He only thought Tang Wulin wanted to break through as soon as possible and help deal with the Dou Ling Royal Advanced Soul Master Academy.
However, since Tang Wulin had already entered seclusion, they could not interrupt him unless absolutely necessary. All they could do was trust that he would End Seclusion in time.
But in the blink of an eye, two days passed. Their match against the Dou Ling Royal Advanced Soul Master Academy was about to begin, yet Tang Wulin still had not Ended Seclusion.
Hearing the referee calling from the stage, Wang Yan said to Beibei with a grave expression, "Go on, Beibei. Draw us a good lot."
With Tang Wulin absent, their chances of winning were greatly reduced regardless of which of the three match formats they drew.
Yet when the result of the draw came out, Wang Yan's vision still went dark.
Two-Two-Three—the format Shrek Academy feared most at the moment.
The instant Beibei drew Two-Two-Three, Shrek had already lost half the battle.
Even if Tang Wulin had not entered seclusion, their chances of winning under this format would have been slim. Now that he was in seclusion, they had virtually no chance at all.
The gap in their levels had already been enormous, and now they were forcibly divided among three arenas. Their existing weaknesses were magnified without limit.
The others clearly understood this as well, and their expressions turned utterly miserable.
Wang Yan hesitated once more. He had barely