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If she dared protest again, Feng Xun would throw her into that other corridor.

Without Feng Wu's help, what could she do?

Dugu Yamo glanced at Feng Sang and gloated. "Maybe we really can win this!"

Feng Sang rolled her eyes at Dugu Yamo and wouldn't make any comment.

Feng Xun and the others were so confident that they wished they could confront the Chosen Team now.

Meanwhile, the Chosen Team —

"Hey, look!"

Sefiro turned her head and saw the Survival Team, which was headed for the fifth floor.

"They're entering the fifth floor now! Didn't they only get to the fourth floor just now? How could they have passed it already?"

Hearing that, the others looked in that direction as well.

It was true. The Survival Team had indeed passed the fourth floor and had reached the fifth floor.

"That was fast." The second prince narrowed his eyes and felt a sense of crisis.

Master Jue frowned as well.