Xiong Jie remained silent. If it were anyone else, he could have decisively said, "No."
But this person was the master; he couldn't speak with certainty.
"At her current speed, she'll be surrounded by the 'spirits' in three minutes." Flying Tiger calculated in the air with one hand, pointing with the other at Ding Ning's path, working out the route ahead.
"If she moves even a bit faster, she could just barely break through before being caught, but it's pointless. Following this route, she'll be surrounded again in another three minutes."
As soon as Flying Tiger finished, everyone saw the white spirits madly closing in on the little red dot representing the challenger.
Ding Ning slowed her pace—she was intentionally controlling her speed. She couldn't stop other spirits from flanking her from different directions, but she could make sure the spirits directly behind her stayed close.
They wouldn't lose her trail and switch to a different path.
