A little over ten minutes later, the assessment group's planes returned and landed one by one.
Han Feng was the first to jump out of his cockpit, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
That flight had increased his Cultivation by a good amount. 'Life is good,' he thought.
After him, Su Yue also disembarked.
She calmly pushed up the glasses on her nose, but her gaze toward Han Feng was anything but calm.
Behind those lenses, her eyes shone with intense curiosity and confusion.
Finally, Wei Dong dazedly climbed out of his cockpit.
The last trace of color had drained from his face, as if all his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had been sucked dry.
He had chased Han Feng the entire time but hadn't even caught a glimpse of his shadow.
His final time was a humiliating eleven minutes and twenty seconds.
He hadn't even completed the interference mission.
He had lost. Utterly and completely crushed.
Fan Jian walked up to the crowd, his expression having returned to its usual cold severity.
