The supervisor stared at the five players as it ascended the steps!
Its heavy footsteps thundered with formidable strength at every stride!
"Let's go," Sword White Clothes said in a deep voice.
The five players, hearing the intense battle all around them, lifted their feet heavily and began to ascend!
The stairs here were long with several platforms for pausing.
The mutants and maintainers fighting fiercely below were sufficient; after all, they were not players and stood no chance against this supervisor.
"The opponent is very strong!" the scarred youth whispered, "Extremely strong!"
He had previously seen the energy contained within the opponent's body, the so-called spiritual power.
And now, even though he had completed the trial and gained some spiritual power—significantly enhancing his strength—he still felt an immense sense of oppression.
Their eyes were grave.
