With each passing day, the island shrank by half, and the number of cultivators on it likewise dwindled at a terrifying rate.
Apart from the few cultivators who left of their own accord, most of those who vanished had turned into Spirit Cores and died forever.
In the blink of an eye, it was already the fourth day since entering the island. The island's area was only one-eighth of its original size, and the minimum requirement for leaving was one hundred Spirit Cores.
In this Trial of Ten Thousand Races, the powerful races were like fish in water. Plundering Spirit Cores took hardly any effort, and they could easily meet the minimum daily target.
As for the weaker races, aside from a few with exceptionally strong survival or concealment abilities, most had already been eliminated.
Yet even more races stood at a middling level of strength. Though they were not particularly powerful, neither had they been eliminated too early.
By this point, the situation was gradually becoming unfavorable for Xu Chunniang, because all the cultivators still remaining on the island tended to travel in groups of three or five, or even in large groups. Very few acted alone.
Moreover, as time passed, there were fewer and fewer trees on the island.
These trees were merely ordinary third- or fourth-grade spirit plants and could easily be destroyed in battle. By the fourth day, fewer than one in ten trees remained on the island.
This change made it considerably more difficult for her to use the Wood Escape Technique.
Thanks to the accumulation from the first three days, Xu Chunniang had four or five hundred Spirit Cores in her possession, even more than some cultivators from major races.
However, the later it got, the more Spirit Cores were required. The few extra