Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, as the sun rises.
The commotion on the second-floor room startled both the newcomers who were burning the midnight oil to improve themselves and the players in the nearby break rooms who were striving to break through to the Martial Artist Realm.
"Was that an earthquake?"
Fang Zhen, who had been going for days and nights, suddenly opened his eyes and walked out of the rest area a bit bewildered.
At this time, the slight tremor across the entire second floor continued. For ordinary people, such a tremor might not be too noticeable, but for those Extreme Quasi-Martial Artists who had tempered their internal organs, the tremor was obvious and could not be ignored.
This could be said to be one of the downsides of having heightened senses.
Not long after Fang Zhen came out, others from the rest areas where elite disciples lived also began to emerge.
"The Qi and blood emanating from this rest area are so dense!"
