Time flew by, and the first incense stick had already been burned out. The second incense stick was lit.
Many young spirit alchemists were sweating and their faces were pale. This was a sign of overusing their divine sense. Even Ling Chuxi's powerful divine sense was so difficult, let alone them.
"Bang!" A spirit Alchemist's vision turned black and he fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.
Someone immediately rushed up and sent him out of the competition venue for emergency treatment.
"I give up." Following that, another spirit Alchemist stood up shakily and said with great difficulty. He was then sent out of the competition grounds.
"I ... I give up too." The other spirit Alchemist also stood up, but as soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I also give up."
When the second incense stick was burned halfway, all the other spirit alchemists, except Ling Chuxi and Zhi Han, took the initiative to give up.
