All eyes were fixed on the scene as the tsunami-like might of the Demonic Jiao of Darkness crashed down on Gu Ling and the others. The crowd blinked, stunned into silence.0

Were the other candidates about to bear the brunt of its anger?0

Chen Fan stood on the wide back of the Demonic Jiao of Darkness, watching as the nine struggled against the furious waves of pressure. 0

Blinking innocently, he thought, You can’t blame me for this—it’s got nothing to do with me!0

The nine were so frustrated they could vomit blood. 0

When the jiao had been focusing on Chen Fan, the pressure on them had eased slightly. But no one expected him to bypass its might effortlessly and leap onto its back, enraging the beast further.0

Yet, instead of punishing Chen...0