As far as the results went, Huo Yutong found this competition rather dull as well.
The requirement for advancing was merely to create a Level 4 Soul Tool. For Huo Yutong, a Quasi-Level 7 Soul Engineer, that posed no difficulty at all.
Yet she did not dare relax her guard in the slightest, because today, she once again sensed Feng Ling's aura in the audience stands.
Several people were seated beside Feng Ling. Apart from the Third Elder, whom Huo Yutong already knew, there were several elderly men, every one of them a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse.
Most terrifying of all was the Black-Robed Figure seated at Feng Ling's side. In Huo Yutong's perception, he was even stronger than Feng Ling.
Feng Ling was a level 97 Super Douluo. Did that not mean this Black-Robed Figure was level 98?
Having once more glimpsed the unfathomable strength of the Holy Spirit Cult, Huo Yutong's heart could not help growing heavy.
After handing the completed Soul Tool to the referee, Huo Yutong met up with Tang Wulin, and the two walked together toward the Holy Spirit Cult members.
This time, Feng Ling and the others made no further attempt to conceal their presence. Thus, all the other spectators clearly noticed them.
What weighed heavily on Tang Wulin was that although these spectators were deeply wary of the Holy Spirit Cult members, not a single one was shocked.
In other words, they probably all knew of the Holy Spirit Cult's existence and did not find it strange in the least.
This fact weighed heavily on Tang Wulin's heart.
Seeing Huo Yutong and Tang Wulin approach, Feng Ling hurriedly rose to her feet.
"Saintess, you've come."
Huo Yutong said coldly, "I believe I said that I am not yet your Saintess."
Feng Ling did not