Half a day had already passed but there was still no sign of Ning Fan getting past the first stage.
In the lower level of the Black Lightning Realm, Hong Yi's eyes remained gloomy. She took out a blood-red bronze mirror and touched its surface with one of her fingers. Within the mirror, it vaguely showed what was happening in the cloud realm in the upper level.
In the lightning palace, Ning Fan had already stood for half a day with his eyes closed, staying at the first stage.
Outside the formation, there was an elderly man in grey robes who was mocking and laughing at Ning Fan. He was the one who was controlling the illusions in the formation to deceive Ning Fan.
The cold light in Hong Yi's eyes slowly intensified. If she was not wrong, that grey-robed elderly man who was hidden outside the formation was the realm spirit of the White Lightning Realm.
"How dare a mere realm spirit touch my people? He's blatantly seeking death!"
