As time went by.
Within the light screen, the disciples from the seven peaks had each already broken through their respective trials and were heading toward the end point. Seeing this scene, the several Supreme Elders watching all revealed satisfied smiles.
In their eyes.
Ye Qingchen had already perished in the Black Nether Profound Sea, with almost no room for surprise!
Meanwhile, Lu Yanwu, Zhou Hai, Han Buxiu and the others grew increasingly despondent. Clearly, the last trace of hope in their hearts was being consumed with every passing second!
The matters of the outside world.
Ye Qingchen knew nothing of them!
He, who was in bitter cultivation, was jolted awake by a thunderous roar of raging waves.
"The eleventh assault is about to begin!"
"The others, their assessments are probably more than halfway done by now, right?"
"I wonder what kind of assault I'll be facing this time?"
Ye Qingchen slowly stood up, staring at the sea waves before him.
Splash!
