Outside the Divine Ruins Realm, chaos immediately erupted. Quite a few of the people watching from the sky promptly descended, turning the formerly crowded airspace sparse. Seeing their sect disciples emerge in such a bedraggled state, they could no longer hold back and disregarded their status to demand an explanation. Never before had the Divine Ruins Realm gathering seen such a bizarre situation. The disciples who had entered this time appeared to have suffered some great catastrophe.
A careful look revealed that every sect had sent thirty disciples inside, yet no sect had more than five emerge. The extent of the tragedy was plain to see. The most uneasy were those still hovering motionlessly in the air, their faces ashen as they stared at the entrance to the Divine Ruins Realm. The white light there had returned to calm, and at most one day remained before the Divine Ruins Realm closed. No one knew whether anyone else would come out.
Most of those standing in the air still clung to a sliver of hope. Only a little over ten thousand people had emerged so far, while several hundred thousand disciples from various sects had entered! Surely tens of thousands more had to come out!
Yet when they looked at the disciples from the various sects below, all of them half-dead and bedraggled, their hearts twisted painfully. Every second of the remaining time was torment! They were the leaders sent by their respective sects. If they returned with their entire force wiped out, how could they explain themselves to the sect? Who dared pat their chest and claim they had no rivals within their sect? Who could guarantee those rivals would not seize this chance to attack them?
Watching the miserable, grief-stricken scene below, Wu Xiong atop the mountain peak frowned