Descent

As the resonating boom of the drum reverberated through the air, seventy figures, a mix of seasoned veterans and eager freshmen, took the plunge. Gravity seized them, pulling them towards the seemingly bottomless chasm below.

At this point all the descending cultivators unleashed several of their styles and techniques.

Fen Yifan, the son of the northern barbarian with fiery red hair, gruff beard and eyes that mirrored burning embers, launched himself forward with a confident smirk. His palms crackled with lightning, the very air around him charged with an electric aura. He wasn't merely descending; he was a blazing comet, his body wreathed in vibrant flames that served as a shield against the onslaught of spirit qi, he looked like a human torch.

Xu Hua on the other hand, ever the stoic beauty with her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, approached the challenge with a practiced grace. Her movements were precise, economical. A faint luminescence surrounded her, a swir
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