Light spread out, covering the surroundings.
At that moment, everyone had a feeling that a historic moment was about to occur.
As they watched, a figure flew out; it was a handsome young man.
The young man wore leather armor but had a pale face, as if he had taken a big blow.
"Ali!"
Looking at the young man, James shouted out and rushed up worriedly.
"Did he succeed?" everyone thought to themselves.
All of the hero candidates were out here already.
It made sense that Ali was the victor.
However, it did not look like he had succeeded.
"I failed."
Ali struggled to his feet and looked at James as he gave a bitter smile and shook his head, "I'm not the final victor."
Hearing this, everyone else was stunned.
Ahead, the light was becoming even more intense.
Soon, a figure appeared.
