Not only was the second tier losing members, but the third tier was also losing members.
Once again, Ling Han was the only person left.
Everyone found this quite amusing. Was this person an omen of bad luck? Were the tiers that he joined all going to crumble?
No, no, no. It was because he was too powerful, while the others were unable to hang on.
The 100 or so prodigies rapidly decreased to less than 50 people, all struggling ahead.
The four prodigies in the first tier retrieved their weapons at almost exactly the same time. It was clear that they didn't dare to be careless and fight the stone statues with their bare hands. Otherwise, it was possible that they would be kicked out of the formation. It would be extremely embarrassing if that occurred.
They were hailed as prodigies, yet at the same time, they couldn't accept any failures. Otherwise, the halo around their heads would disappear.
'It hurts!' Ling Han exclaimed in his mind.