ò Guìxīng retreated to the edge of the competition stage, his body surrounded by silver light. 。But his face was also abnormally ugly. 。Who would have thought, Tang Wulin actually had such a trump car...A satisfied expression appeared on his face. This level wasn't bad. Besides consuming some of his blood and soul power, the consumption of his companions was not much.

When Tang Wulin passed the second level, he realized that if there were many more assessments to come, they needed to distribute their soul power reasonably now. 。ere just some teenagers, she relaxed. 。 “I’m not a staff member of the Transmission Spirit Tower, and I don’t sell soul spirits” 。She clearly had misunderstood, waving her hand at Tang Wulin and the o...