His body was also covered with many wounds, breathing heavily, without a hint of joy, but instead growing more and more serious.
But soon, he felt an invisible force beginning to rapidly repair his body, and his injuries returned to their original state in the blink of an eye.
"This..." Lancaster was quite shocked, and the crowd below was equally surprised.
But quickly, he collected his thoughts, because in the mist ahead, two enemies identical to the previous ones were walking out again.
"The difficulty is too high..." Costate said in a low voice, watching as the giant coldly glanced over.
He was standing in the middle, and there was a chance he could be kicked at any mont, making his scalp tingle nervously, and he tentatively said, "Can we exchange so experiences on dealing with the enemy?"
The giant snorted coldly, "Discussing is useless, do not move around unnecessarily."
Costate let out a long breath, while Crow imdiately spoke up, and said in a low voice, "Li Ming, what on earth are you doing?"
His voice drew the attention of many people, and with the giant’s permission, Costate turned his head slightly but still saw nothing clearly.
"What’s happening again? I asked you to discuss experiences, not to quarrel." The giant ca striding in, its shadow covering Crow, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
Li Ming remained vigilant, retracting his fingers, and silently lowered his head.
The giant stared intently at Crow, "If there’s any more movent, don’t bla for being impolite."
Crow grew increasingly angry, but having Costate’s experience in mind, he knew communication was possible, so he said in a deep voice, "Why don’t you deal with the people behind?"
"Him?" The giant glanced to the side, Li Ming said nothing, keeping his head down as he walked.
"Although you are worthless, at least you still have the privilege of being scolded." The giant shook its head, frowning, "Do you want to compare yourself with him?"
Crow was stunned, taking a while to react.
Did the giant an that Li Ming’s potential was so low he wasn’t even worth insulting?
Li Ming laughed inwardly, could there actually be such a good thing?
Like the worst student in the class, as long as they weren’t too excessive, the teacher couldn’t care less.
Others exchanged glances, was Li Ming’s comprehensive potential really that low?
How could it be?
The giant had already left, and the strange feeling from behind returned once again.
Crow was trembling all over; he was an X Level Life Form, yet now he couldn’t find any justice.
"Another win, but it was already quite difficult."
Before long, Diwusi’s voice ca through, redirecting everyone’s attention.
On the arena, Lancaster’s flesh was rolling over, rapidly healing, but the injuries had worsened significantly.
The two Abyss Clan mbers of the sa level had doubled his pressure, making the difficulty more than double and winning already extrely difficult.
After he healed, four Abyss Clan mbers reappeared silently and suddenly.
Even those not on the arena were overwheld with a sense of oppression that left them breathless.
"The difficulty is too high, can anyone actually beat this? One to four..." Cedric said quietly. Lancaster was already struggling so hard, let alone them.
"Uh..." Costate hesitantly raised his hand, the giant’s gaze swept over, "Just call Coach."
"Coach, can anyone actually pass this assessnt?" he cautiously inquired.
"Of course." The giant frowned, "You people aren’t that great in potential, what are you doing daily? And you don’t even know these things."
"This trial of doom, although quite difficult, is not sothing unusual for Titans to pass."
"Titans... that’s what Terrax call themselves..." Costate muttered suspiciously, "Aren’t we from the Holy Spirit Civilization?"
"You are part of the Holy Spirit Civilization, I am the assistance apparatus provided to you by the Titans." The giant remarked indifferently, "Your average quality is truly worrying."
Once more, they were mocked, leaving everyone speechless.
Costate murmured softly, "We all have been suppressed to B-level Life Form strength, presumably the original level of life forms participating in this trial, estimating that the Holy Spirit Heart shouldn’t be such a scarce resource either."
Mikhail gave his back a surprised glance.
"Hiss--" Crow suddenly made a strange sound, his facial expression changing, only feeling an inexplicable change within his body, with discomfort everywhere.
The crowd was even more puzzled after hearing the commotion behind them. Crow was at least an X Level Life Form, generally acting steadily; it was understandable that he wasn’t familiar with the rules here, but what was going on now?
Li Ming withdrew his finger, a piece of Genetic Essence in hand.
"It’s about to lose." Only Diwusi kept watching the arena and suddenly spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention back.
In the siege, Lancaster consistently fell into a disadvantage, almost only being able to defensively withstand attacks, unable to find any opportunity to counterattack.
"Coach..." Soone spoke from behind, catching the crowd’s attention slightly. Was it Li Ming?
A giant stood in front, silent and speechless.
"Coach?" Li Ming thought the other hadn’t heard him and shouted again. Only then did the giant impatiently turn his head, "What is it?"
"In the Ultimate Trial, are there any more advanced trials?" Li Ming asked.
"You can’t even pass the trial in front of you. Why think about so much?" The giant’s attitude was vile, and he turned his head away after speaking.
Li Ming was stupefied for a mont; is it so realistic? Nobody even wants to pay attention to ?
Crow couldn’t help but sneer; the giant still had his rits.
Everyone had strange expressions but was captivated by the battle on the arena.
Lancaster had a breakthrough, unexpectedly growing three slender black heads. The heads had bizarre shapes, the lines twisted, exuding an eerie aura.
His back suddenly expanded, producing a pair of enormous golden wings, filled with mysterious patterns, and furthermore, he bore six black giant tails, the fur like steel needles.
His aura surged like crashing waves, rising not just by a notch. Even the arena seed unable to withstand this terrifying aura, trembling and whining intermittently.
"His second Genetic Seed has been developed to over 90%. This fusion release, though extrely damaging to the body, cannot be underestimated in power..." Diwusi’s eyes flashed.
Li Ming also took the ti to pay attention; the Genetic Evolution System in the early stages involved steady enhancent, more powerful Genetic Seeds encompassing lower ones, reasonable Genetic Release proportions, without adverse effects.
But as one steps onto the Ultimate Path, rging more sa-level Genetic Seeds was different. Though terd release, it was more like a mutation, a controllable one.
But indeed, the strength should not be underestimated; the Energy Level might fearfully reach 600X.
"Oh?" The giant seed intrigued, "Seems interesting; is this an unknown evolution path?"
After the mutation release, Lancaster’s strength changed dramatically, bracing against the siege, killing one from the Abyss Clan, soon followed by the second and third...
"Whew..." The first mont the battle ended, he dismissed the mutation, feeling his body state, his expression slightly unpleasant.
This deep level of genetic trauma couldn’t be restored, but at least winning was...
However, as this thought erged, his face dramatically changed, seeing clusters of gray mist surging before him as Abyss Clan mbers gradually appeared.
Eight!?
Lancaster was stunned, looking at Mikhail under the stage for the first ti.
Others also gave Mikhail unfriendly looks.
"Didn’t you say, only three rounds were needed?" Costa first questioned.
"I said needing to fight one, two, four enemies, never said only three rounds. We couldn’t even pass the second round; the third round was told by the Forging Hamr." Mikhail shook his head.
Actually having to fight eight.
Reynolds was also quite surprised, his throat rolling, the chanical modification remarkably perfect.
They didn’t seem to know much about this trial. Were they so shocked about having to fight eight?
Li Ming silently observed everyone, standing in the very back, his view rather broad.
And Costa had already spoken, "Coach, can you tell us, how many rounds in total? Is this the last round?"
Reynolds hesitated to speak. The next mont, Costa flew out, and the giant’s voice was icy, "Actually forgot how many rounds the trial needs, really useless."
Costa’s mouth twitched as he returned, silently standing back in his team.
"He indeed can communicate, but best not to ask arbitrarily." Mikhail reminded them this ti.
On the arena, Lancaster was already back into a frenzied siege, and this ti, truly despairing.
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