In the vast pit, a mist of light and vapor hung heavily in the air, and the ground was stained with blood. The atmosphere was exceedingly tense. No one had anticipated that at this final juncture, unexpected events would unfold one after another.
Dissatisfaction spread among the various factions. Some were furious, while others radiated a fierce killing intent. Some sighed deeply in despair, and others were on the brink of madness.
Li Qingxu’s eyes were bloodshot. He had reached out his hand, just a fraction away from seizing the Eight Trigrams Furnace and escaping as the ultimate victor.
"Who?!" He was dying to kill, having come so close three times, yet each time he fell just short. If only he could touch it once, the competition would be over.
He knew that a fourth chance was unlikely. The feeling of watching an object of near transcendence slip away right before his eyes was a regret that could break anyone's spirit.
His entire body glowed with purple mist, and wielding a purple bamboo staff, he struck a four-meter tall boulder, shattering it into pieces!