"That might not be the case."
Tang Yu looked at the frail figure in the light screen. In terms of effort and desperation, Yang Yue was in the top three, if not the first, among all the Tao Sect disciples.
Her aptitude was slightly lacking, only barely breaking through to Stepping Void before the tournament began.
In the Frozen Soil World,
the strongest of the younger generation of the White Feather Clan, Bai Mufeng, spotted a figure in the snow. He flapped his wings, and his silhouette swept through the wind and snow.
"The 36th one."
A faint white light shimmered on his wings as he skimmed over the snow.
The first thirty-five contestants were eliminated by his deadly move, including those at Stepping Void.
'What a pity that Wang Zhou of the Human Race didn't participate in the tournament; otherwise, I would have really wanted to compete with him.'
Bai Mufeng used the Feathered Wing Slash to obliterate everything in his path, leaving a long trench in the snow.
