After a long while, Zhou Leng's vision blurred, and the two true gods turned into afterimages.
The power of the true gods was too strong; his body had reached its limit.
In a flash, he returned to the footprints of light.
People in the distance watched quietly.
Suddenly, they smiled softly.
Zhou Leng stepped out of the footprints voluntarily, sat by the bridge, and began cultivating to nourish his spirit.
The crowd was in high spirits, but at the same time, their eyes burned fiercer, indicating that the power contained in these footprints was extremely strong to tire a demigod after understanding it.
"Get lost!" a Giant rushed in, attacking another Giant.
A new battle began within the footprints of light.
Before long, the battle ended, and soon, the next trial-taker rushed in.
This footprint of light was too coveted; various factions kept fighting for it. No one could deter everyone, nor could anyone win ten consecutive battles.
