Yun Zihan's figure gradually blurred and turned transparent at the edge of the Training Ground, finally vanishing completely. The Power of Rules sent him away and preserved his life.
Yet though he had left, that deep unwillingness still coiled around his heart.
Yun Zihan appeared atop a barren mountain, his face so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.
"A full thirty-two Origin Lotus Seeds..."
Yun Zihan examined the lotus seeds in the space within his sleeve, now reduced by half. What weighed even more heavily on his heart was that his strength had once again been weakened by the rules.
His Kill Count had fallen from Twenty Kills back to Ten Kills. This meant that the Divine Soul Suppression upon him in this realm had suddenly intensified, as though a heavy shackle had been placed upon him out of thin air. Even the circulation of his cultivation had become somewhat sluggish.
Yun Zihan drew a deep breath and looked up at the nine Demonic Spots still hanging high in the sky, radiating ominous blood-red light. A powerful sense of helplessness surged within him.
"They were able to forcibly initiate a Killing Battle this time. What about next time? Even if I accumulate Twenty Kills again, I'll probably be dragged straight back into that arena and face plunder and weakening all over again."
This had practically become an inescapable cyclical trap. So long as their overall strength fell short of the Demonic Cultivators', the Origin Lotus Seeds they obtained might merely be wedding clothes made for someone else.
Of course, there was not no way to break it.
If one stopped at Nineteen Kills and avoided crossing the threshold of Twenty Kills, one could evade this mandatory Killing Battle.
But the moment that thought arose, Yun Zihan rejected it