The turmoil subsided, leaving Yuh Huatian victorious and Nan Shan defeated.
The defeated can only retreat into the shadows. No one pays attention to a loser; they might let out a few quiet sighs before their gazes fall upon the radiant victor.
Ye Wushuang retracted his gaze and glanced at Nan Shan in the distance. He saw eyes filled with humiliation, indignation, and a hint of bleak despair.
Ye Wushuang could imagine what a crushing blow such a humiliation would be to a proud genius.
Of course, he wasn't about to pity anyone!
Of the ten thousand teams that had entered the Ninth Pass, only a few dozen remained. The rest had merely served to pave the way for others, acting as stepping stones.
Those standing here were the true elite!
"Xiaoshuang, it's Qiu Mo and the others."
Suddenly, Ye Rou's voice sounded in Ye Wushuang's ear, and his gaze followed her pointing finger.
