The forces of both sides clashed like two tides tearing at each other. You advance, I retreat; you retreat, I advance. They engaged in a tug-of-war on the mountain peak for a whole hour.
The withered yellow patterns spread to the middle of the main vine, and the emerald light pushed it back to the tip; then the withered yellow rolled back once more, fiercer than before, advancing all the way to the roots of the main vine.
The vine displayed alternating patches of decay and regeneration, like a painting being repeatedly smeared and erased.
Qin Tian clenched his fists.
He had never felt time pass so slowly.
But fortunately, in the end, Jie La, with her own foundation and the aid of the Holy Spirit Wood Heart, smoothly passed the first test.
The next trial, a soul-level challenge, made him exceedingly anxious.
