Chapter 1972 - Untitled

Chapter 1972: Untitled

Seeing that Dugu Yamo and Feng Liu were about to break into a fight, the ghost king cleared his throat.

Everyone fell silent and no one dared to utter a word.

“If you can get through this trial, I’ll acknowledge your victory.” The ghost king gave Feng Wu a stern look.

Dugu Yamo said, “But…”

The ghost king stared at Feng Wu with cold eyes. “I should be stricter with a genius like you, don’t you think?”

A genius like her? Ranmil’s face turned livid.

If Feng Wu was a genius, what about her?

A fool?!

Ranmil clenched her fists. This time, she had to beat Feng Wu fair and square!

Without another word, the ghost king flipped his sleeve, and the Holy Light ball rose.

Then, it exploded!

Whoosh —

After that, Holy Light spilled out and sifted down like big snowflakes.

Ranmil seemed pleased.

She sat down cross-legged and cupped her hands.

Her palms seemed to have a suction power, and the dots of light quickly flew toward her, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Soon, she had gathered more than half of the light from the ball.

The Chosen Team became so excited that their cheeks flushed.

If they hadn’t been worried about disturbing Ranmil, they would have yelled her name in excitement.

Feng Wu, on the other hand…

She sat right opposite Ranmil.

The two of them seemed to be sitting on opposite sides of a Bagua Diagram.

While Ranmil had gathered a lot of light, Feng Wu…

She only had a few dots, so few that one could count them on both hands.

The Survival Team grew anxious.

Especially Dugu Yamo, who was so anxious that she almost jumped to her feet.

“Why… why is this happening?! Why does Feng Wu have so few dots of light?” Dugu Yamo had counted the dots, and there were only nine of them.

“Is Feng Wu really not as good as Princess Ranmil?”

“Are all our efforts for nothing?”

“Are we really going to lose?”

…

Feng Xun clenched his fists. “Don’t worry. Xiao Wu is very good at turning things around. I’m sure she has more tricks up her sleeves!”

“Yes, she must have!” Dugu Yamo tried to convince herself.

But as time went by, she only became more perturbed.

That was because —

Some more Holy Light gathered around Ranmil, but Feng Wu still only had nine dots.

The number of light dots wasn’t infinite, and Dugu Yamo estimated there were a million of them.

Right now, Ranmil had at least 60% of that.

Dugu Yamo was filled with despair. Her face went pale, and she dropped to the ground. “We’ve already lost…”

They had been so confident, but the blow came so soon…

Dugu Yamo wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Feng Xun looked baffled as well!

The others looked stunned, too.

Why was this happening?

How could they lose?

How…

The entire Survival Team had lost hope. Compared with them, the Chosen Team…