The two strange beasts—one black, one white—were agile and exceptionally ferocious. Their combined assault was relentless and impenetrable.
The disciple from Fen Yang Peak did his utmost to defend himself, but he was quickly covered in wounds. His life hung by a thread. Had a Main Peak Elder not sensed the danger and intervened, forcibly pulling him from the beasts' claws, he would have been torn in half.
The disciples watching from below the stage couldn't help but sigh in pity at the sight.
This was the Fen Yang Peak disciple's fifth time participating in the Dragon Gate Martial Trial. All in all, he had spent nearly two years preparing for it.
He had honed his strength through arduous cultivation day after day, only to fall short at the final step.
He had made it all the way to the fourth round, just a stone's throw from success. It was a true shame.
However, many others remained calm, completely unsurprised.
