"A second-stage power field?" At last, Wang Lin arrived and glanced at the giant pit, saying indifferently, "Good, in the second-stage field there's a Luo Yan puppet, and Xie Tian, with no trump cards, is undoubtedly doomed to die."
Xie Dong swept his cold gaze over Wang Lin, then turned and flew away.
Wang Lin smiled faintly. With Xie Tian's death, not only would his desires be satisfied, but Xie Dong would also miss out on the second-stage military soul.
"Now, as long as I secure the top position in the nine tests, Xie Dong, your journey will be in vain."
At this moment, residing within the space of the second-stage power field, Xie Tian and Hong Yong unusually did not fight each other, but instead looked solemn and alert, watching the countless small figures in the space.
The figures were about two feet tall, holding black swords and spitting black mist that enveloped the entire space.
The small puppets weren't strong, what made the two wary was this black mist.
