PFFT!
Finally, a few of the Peak of First Grade Soul Refiner contestants, who had been expected to do well, began to be eliminated.
Twenty people.
Fifteen people.
The numbers were dwindling.
The situation had grown incredibly tense.
Just then, Ye Xuan stood up again. He strolled leisurely to another edge of the arena, sat down cross-legged, and let the surging Soul Power Storm wash over him as if it had no effect.
What in the world was going on?
Everyone was dumbfounded.
They had all thought Ye Xuan wouldn't be able to last, yet not only had he held on this long, he even looked relaxed, as if he still had plenty of strength to spare.
PFFT!
At that moment, Yun Aoxue and the other Second Grade Soul Refiners also began to falter. Spitting out mouthfuls of blood, their faces pale, they staggered back, teetering on the verge of collapse at the edge of the platform.
Aside from Ye Xuan, the crowd finally noticed something else amiss.
