Now, there were only a few paths left—when four paths joined to become two, and two paths joined to become one. Technically, that would mean one only had to defeat two more people to reach the peak.
Of course, there was a Hu Niu who did not like playing by the rules who was currently standing by at a higher spot, waiting to attack. However, speed did not represent battle prowess. Once embroiled in a close quarters combat, the advantage of superior speed would be greatly decreased.
Out of the five of them, who would be the last one standing?
On the next path, Yan Tian Zhao versus Can Ye, and Feng Yan versus Ling Han!
"Go!" Yan Tian Zhao moved. With a flick of his sleeve, xiu, xiu, xiu, seven battle spears shot out. These spears were formed from Origin Power and were entirely black in color. There were patterns engraved on the bodies of these spears formed from his martial intent.