The seven phantoms came to Yan Ting at this moment, and the seven rays of vitality blasted out at the same time. Yan Ting grabbed the pierced phantom and blocked it in front of him. The seven rays of vitality impacted on the body of the phantom, instantly blowing it up.

Yan Ting was knocked over more than ten meters by the air wave, his throat was sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood arrows.

He frowned slightly, stood up, and touched his chest. The air wave failed to cause much damage to him. With the attacks of seven eighth-level Tianyuan, it stands to reason that he should be seriously injured at this moment.

"It's time to let go. If he continues like this, he won't be able to hold on for long." The third elder said solemnly.

Yan Ting vomited blood and he could clearly see that in this world, apart from those peerless geniuses who possess ancient souls, there are many geniuses who can fight eight eighth-level Tian Yuans at the same time with fourth-level Tian Yuan. This is not a selection, this is killing.

"Wait a minute, Third Brother, don't you see anything wrong with Yan Ting?" The First Elder calmly pointed to the space and said to the Third Elder.

"What's wrong?" The third elder was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.

"Yan Ting's attack power is quite powerful, but his endurance, defense and recovery capabilities are also amazing. Didn't you notice that he was able to stand up immediately after being hit head-on by the air waves erupted by seven illusions?

?”

"Moreover, he seemed to be able to withstand the attacks of eight phantoms easily by himself. Even if he struggled with his strength, he should have fallen. But at this time, he can still fight. I think his true strength must be

It's even more shocking than what we saw." The great elder said calmly.

"So what, do you want him to reveal all his cards at this time?" the third elder said angrily.

"That's not what I meant. Let's just wait and see. If something unexpected happens to him, I will lower the difficulty and at least let him advance to the first round successfully." The great elder said.

"Humph." The third elder snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Yan Ting blinked his eyes, and a ball of dark energy suddenly appeared on his fist. Looking at the seven phantoms in front of him, a dark light flashed in the depths of his pupils, and he spoke slowly: "It seems that the general method is to easily

I can’t help you anymore.”

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!