Whoosh!
In the Desolate Domain, a silhouette shot out.
It was close to the end now, and on the open ground in front of the Desolate Domain, disciples from various sects gathered.
High in the sky, Chu Xiangtian rode the Ancestor Dragon, standing proudly in the air. Behind him, hidden in the clouds, the figures of other princes and princesses were faintly visible, like illusions. These figures, though only hazy outlines akin to silhouettes, exuded an aura of unparalleled elegance and nobility that could only be admired from afar.
Everyone was waiting for time to run out, with only one hour left.
Zhang Xuanyu emerged from the Desolate Domain, his robe covered in cracks, with torn cuffs and blood stains on his back and other places, looking rather battered.
After enduring two days in the Twelfth Desolate Domain, he was close to his limit.
