The reason why Zhuo Wen looked weird was simply because when this coercion fell on him, instead of bringing any substantial pressure to him, he felt as comfortable as a spring breeze.
Moreover, he also discovered that the moment this pressure crushed him, the blood of Pangu Holy Body in his body was boiling and cheering, and even Pangu Holy Body was absorbing this pressure and turning into one.
It belongs exclusively to the power of Pangu Holy Body.
Zhuo Wen was pleasantly surprised. This also meant that he could rely on the pressure of the Ancestral Witch Statue to temper his Pangu Holy Body.
Moreover, he also had some conjecture about this phenomenon. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were innate creatures derived from Pangu's flesh and blood, and were inheriting Pangu's power.
What he cultivated was the Pangu Holy Body. In terms of quality, it was naturally superior to the Ancestral Witch, and the pressure of the Ancestral Witch could naturally be used by the Pangu Holy Body.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen suppressed the surprise in his heart, sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to silently absorb the terrifying pressure and the huge benefits it brought to Pangu Holy Body.
Of course, in order to conceal the process of his cultivation, Zhuo Wen did not make too much of a show. Instead, like other aliens, he sat calmly and practiced silently.
As time passed, the colorful light in Wu Wuxian's hand burst out again and landed on the second statue of the ancestral witch.
The second, more massive and terrifying pressure was crushed down and merged with the first pressure, forming an unprecedented big explosion-like pressure.
Poof!
In a moment, several aliens flew out directly and were eliminated. More aliens spit out a mouthful of blood and barely blocked the second wave of terrifying pressure.
When the third ancestral witch statue was activated, dozens of aliens were eliminated.
After the fourth ancestral witch statue was activated, nearly a hundred aliens were eliminated.
…
After the sixth ancestral witch statue was activated, there were only more than 180 aliens still existing in the central area.
These one hundred and eighty foreigners can be regarded as the elites in the second stage, and they are relatively powerful beings.
Poof!
Another figure vomited blood. This was a beautiful figure, a female alien.
Everyone looked around and discovered that the beautiful figure vomiting blood was actually Qian Ping, a genius from the Moon Wolf Clan.
The moment Qian Ping withdrew, E Taihe took action, pulled her to his side, and took out a healing pill, which he drank for Qian Ping to heal her injuries.
"Clan leader, I let you down!" Qian Ping said with some shame.
E Taihe shook his head and comforted: "Qian Ping, it's not your fault. I'm actually very optimistic about your talent. The main reason is that your cultivation is lacking. I'm surprised that you can persist until now!
You don’t have to blame yourself!”
E Taihe is actually very satisfied with Qian Ping. Others may not know Qian Ping's cultivation status, but he knows it very well.
Because Qianping has only been practicing for nearly a thousand years, she is in a very young age, and she has never experienced any accidents.
Originally, E Taihe thought that Qian Ping might not be able to survive the first stage, but unexpectedly, Qian Ping entered the second stage and performed well.
After hearing E Taihe's comforting words, Qian Ping finally regained her composure.
Her beautiful eyes couldn't help but look at Tu Qian, and she saw Tu Qian still sitting calmly on the futon, with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth.
But soon, she saw Zhuo Wen's figure in the central area.
Especially when she saw Zhuo Wen's face was calm and showed no signs of being unable to hold on, this made Qian Ping a little unhappy.
"How can this country bumpkin from a small tribe survive until now? It's really unexpected!" Qian Ping murmured to herself.
At this moment, another colorful ray of light flew out of Wu Wuxian's hand and fell on the seventh statue of the ancestral witch.
The seventh, more terrifying pressure, combined with the first six pressures, crushed them all, and the white jade ground in the central area actually showed a trace of cracks, which shows how terrifying this pressure is.
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, dozens more aliens, unable to withstand the suddenly terrifying pressure, flew out and were eliminated.
Soon, there were only 108 aliens left in the central area.
The most conspicuous person is still Wu Xingyuan. He is still standing there with calm eyes, as if the terrifying pressure around him does not exist for him.
"The quota of one hundred and eight people has been generated, and the second class is qualified to enter the final round! However, this second round is not over yet, I will also open the pressure of the next ancestral witch statues one after another! Those who cannot bear it,
You can leave early, and if you are willing to continue to endure it, you can stay, because this pressure is of great benefit to you."
Wu Wuxian said, and once again waved a colorful light, and the statue of the eighth ancestral witch was activated.
At this moment, the pressure of the surrounding ancestral witch statues seemed to have undergone a qualitative change, becoming terrifying and abnormal in an instant. The surrounding pressure seemed to have formed a terrifying storm, constantly tearing apart all the alien races in the central area.
Poof!
In an instant, most of the aliens vomited blood and flew out upside down.
As for the central area, there are now only fifteen aliens left.
Except for Zhuo Wen, Ziwei Xingjun, and Jingshan, these fifteen aliens, the other twelve are all geniuses from the ten major races.
It is worth noting that among these twelve, three are from the Wu clan.
These three are naturally Wu Xingyuan, Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin.
The remaining nine are representative geniuses from the other ten major races, such as Feng Buming from the Phoenix Clan, Wu Qiutong from the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, Tu Qian from the Moon Wolf Clan, etc.
What surprised many foreigners around them was the three geniuses from small tribes, Zhuo Wen, Jingshan and Ziwei Xingjun, who had persisted until now.
Wu Wuxian also noticed these three people.
Another colorful light flashed, and the statue of the ninth ancestral witch was activated.
The terrifying pressure surged in like a wave. This time, the pressure once again experienced a qualitative leap. It was too terrifying.
Four aliens groaned and left immediately.
These four aliens are Feng Buming from the Phoenix Clan, Huteng from the Black Tiger Clan, Long Hui from the Dragon Clan, and Xianggui from the Giant Tortoise Clan.
After these four people quit, they all returned to their own teams with some shame.
At the same time, they felt incredible that the three Zhuo Wen were still in the central area.
The tenth ancestral witch statue was activated, and the ground in the central area completely cracked open. The surrounding pressure was like a storm, chaotic and terrifying, and could tear any living being into pieces at any time.
Poof!
The moment the tenth statue was activated, the pressure became terrifying and frightening.
Even Wu Xingyuan frowned slightly. He took out a futon and began to sit on it cross-legged.
Obviously, the current pressure is so terrifying that even he needs to treat it with caution.
Ziwei Xingjun, Jingshan, Tu Qian, Wu Qiutong and the rest of the group also retreated with groans.
At this moment, there were only three people left in the central area, and these three people were Zhuo Wen, Wu Xingyuan and Shifu.
Zhuo Wen glanced at Ziwei Xingjun who was retreating, and was a little surprised. With Ziwei Xingjun's strength, he should be able to hold on for a while.
But seeing the look in Ziwei Xingjun's eyes, he knew that Ziwei Xingjun wanted to leave as soon as possible and didn't want to stay too conspicuous.
Ziwei Xingjun also winked at Zhuo Wen and asked Zhuo Wen to retreat quickly.
Zhuo Wen shook his head. This ancestral witch's pressure was of great benefit to him. He didn't want to leave so early...