Chapter 1147
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In this urgent competition, time passed by minute by minute. Three-quarters of the incense stick on the cauldron at the top of the Decisive Battle Platform had already been burned.
At present, the top three in the lead were Murong Yin of the Fire Phoenix Palace, Long Ya of the Berserker Sect, and Long Bufan of the Ling Xuanwu Province.
However, the distance between the first place Murong Yin and the second place Long Ya wasn't that great. There were only six steps between them. As for the third place Long Bufan, the distance between him and the two people in front of him was rather great. There were over a hundred steps between them.
There were so many steps, and under the pressure of the power of the Laws, it was impossible to catch up in the remaining time by relying on the speed at which he climbed on foot.
Ever since Long Bufan entered the Hundred Sect Battlefield, he had fought his way here. If he could not even reach the top of the Decisive Battle Platform, he would have many regrets in the future.
Therefore, even if there were many difficulties ahead, his eyes did not show the slightest intention of retreating.
"These two people are too friendly." Long Bufan muttered in his heart. He was looking forward to Murong Yin and the disciple of the Berserker Sect fighting on the stone stairs to ease the distance between them.
However, Long Bufan's bad intentions did not seem to be realized as he expected. Perhaps it was because of the relationship between the opposite sex, or perhaps it was because both sides were in the top two, so the Decisive Battle Platform at the top was only limited to two people. Therefore, Murong Yin and Long Ya tacitly maintained a harmonious behavior that did not interfere with each other.
"Time is almost up. If this continues, by the time I catch up, they will have already reached the top ahead of me."
Long Bufan raised his eyes and gazed into the distance. He stared at the incense stick at the top of the stone stairs and frowned slightly. He muttered, "It seems that I can only use my last move. Although I haven't recovered much, the distance of more than a thousand feet from the top of the stone stairs should be enough."
Thinking of this, Long Bufan's eyes sank slightly. His spiritual awareness urged the little space power that had just recovered in his body to run wildly, condensing a series of space runes.
Due to his previous battle with Wu Moying of the Wu Clan of Assassins on the second floor, in order to break through his opponent's Dark Domain, he had released all of the Spatial Energy in his body, forming a Spatial Storm that had torn apart the Dark Domain and allowed him to successfully escape.
Although he defeated Wu Moying later on, the price he paid was not small. That was the exhaustion of his Spatial Energy, and he lacked a mysterious trump card.
During these few hours, he had spent his time in a tense competition, so he had no time to sit cross-legged and recover his Space Force. Otherwise, he would only need two hours to replenish all the Space Force he had consumed to its optimal state.
But now, the Space Energy in his body was slowly recovering on its own. It was only enough for him to perform two teleportations.
Originally, this little bit of Spatial Strength was intended to be used on the final battle stage in case of an unexpected event. However, forget about reaching the top, it would be difficult for him to even catch up with the two people in front of him. Therefore, he could only use it in advance and treat it as an appetizer before the final battle.
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