Calming his mind, Luan Hong continued to endure the Soul Power Storm. He refused to believe that Ye Xuan could last longer than him.
Everyone in the audience was on the edge of their seats.
As soon as one more person was eliminated, the last one remaining would become the champion of the first stage and earn two hundred points.
This was a crucial score for both of their kingdoms.
Yet, under the assault of the Third Grade Soul Power Storm, neither Ye Xuan nor Luan Hong showed any sign of being eliminated.
Time passed. Suddenly—
The intensity of the Soul Power Storm surged once more.
BOOM!
The crowd could feel the Soul Power before them practically solidify, forming a suffocating pressure.
A Fourth Grade Soul Power Storm.
The competition had progressed to the point where the Soul Power Storm's intensity had risen to the Fourth Grade.
Expressions of shock appeared on every spectator's face. They had never expected the first stage of the competition to be this thrilling.
