Before entering the great gates of the City of Holy Light, Chen Xuan exchanged a glance with Zu Long, Sheng Jiu, and Heracles.
For their four teams, this was the moment that would decide life and death. Even Kuang Bingwei, usually the most arrogant of them all, had grown nervous.
Ling Yin and Ling Meng were so tense they were practically gripping Chen Xuan’s arms. Di Po, meanwhile, shrunk his head into his shoulders, not daring to so much as glance at the magnificent temple before them.
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