Sweep!

Qiu Zhan City.

Half a year later.

All kinds of living beings in the city were busy.

Because their own strength was already strong enough, they were very close to the human form—oh, no, more accurately, the divine appearance—with only a small amount of racial characteristics.

And at this moment.

In a somewhat crude hall, a living being with a long nose on his face was looking forward with a depressed expression, peering into the already large entrance of the hall with a longing gaze.

His Big Nostrils subordinates beside him were likewise looking at that direction with eager eyes.

"Is no tribe coming to register yet?"

"Yes."

"It's been half a year."

"Half a year..."

The long nose's hands trembled slightly. Could these fellows have been snatched away by people from other cities?

One had to know that the weakling tribes around the urban living circle were also constantly progressing, and they would keep improving until one day, they stepped into the Resonance Stage! And whenever that time came, they would come to Qiu Zhan City to apply to join, and then logically become a part of this city.

In past years, an average of one tribe applied every month.

The longest interval was no more than three months, and that was just when four or five tribes came in all at once exactly three months later, but this time, there had been no news for a full half year...

Big Nostrils asked, "Could it be a coincidence again?"

"Doesn't quite look like it."

The long nose muttered to himself.

The development of the era was progress.

An interval of three months before someone applied was a long time ago. Ever since then, the application frequency had been getting higher and higher, and now it was close to twice