However, as the Marciais Power continued to pour in, the Marciais Soul which was originally only the size of a baby’s face expanded again. It was more than several times larger than before. Then, it exploded again, turning into purple, black, red, and blue.

The Eighth Xaeclon Rank!

James was shocked, but he remained still.

He knew that every trace of the Marciais Power that all the powerhouses around him focused on represented their expectations. They hoped that the Marciais Power could be recognized by the Great Historial Land and truly reach the Daeclon Rank. Only in this way would their hundreds of thousands of entrapochs of waiting, suffering and sacrifice be valuable.

As the powerhouses with the Marciais Combat Form fell one after another, in the end, only Faela and Feyre were left in the void.

“He has entered the Eighth Xaeclon Rank. It’s our turn to push him one last time.” Faela looked at Feyre. “Let’s do it together. If there is another life, let’s be best friends again.”