The same second.
Zhuge Yijian stopped again, glancing at Su Chen who was still struggling at the 97th level, a sneer crossing his lips, "What a waste, I, Zhuge Yijian, have to challenge you? It's really degrading myself!"
Then.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
...
A few more continuous sword strikes, pure and refined.
The Sword Light slashed through the air, tearing apart everything in front of him, as Zhuge Yijian moved between the crevices.
But, many noticed that by the 700th level, it was not so easy for Zhuge Yijian to continue tearing apart gravity, temperature, and illusion realms by himself.
Ultimately his speed did slow down a bit.
However.
What of it, even if Zhuge Yijian had stopped and ended, he had still surpassed the 700th level, achieving an extremely miraculous result!!!
At least compared to the waste Su Chen, it was like the difference between heaven and earth, between fish and dragons.
Time continued to move forward.
Quickly.
