Although sixty days had passed and Fang Mo had yet to clear the trial, many still watched with interest, guessing that he was surely gathering strength before making another attempt.
Thus, countless people continued to pay attention, and almost every day, someone checked the Ascension Ranking.
But as the days passed—seventy days, eighty days, ninety days, then a full hundred—nearly everyone was disappointed.
All of them guessed that Fang Mo had run out of steam and was surely hiding, waiting for the trial to end.
Logically speaking, only a hundred days had passed. In the past, even the fastest clear took a year, so there was no reason to be so anxious. But Fang Mo's earlier performance had been too monstrous, and he could no longer be judged by ordinary standards.
The betting odds had set sixty days as the limit precisely because no one believed he would actually need sixty days. Yet now that a hundred days had passed and he still had not cleared the trial, how could they not be disappointed?
Sadly, the Ascension Ranking no longer displayed Slaughter Points. Otherwise, they would not have said such things.
The silence within the eighth level of the Yin Ruins had never ceased.
Cultivating, slaughtering strange beasts, refining Primal Spirit Fragments.
A vast number of Spirit Transformation Level strange beasts gave Fang Mo material to hone his martial skills. Coupled with the terrifying rate at which his divine abilities were now improving, his combat power was almost different every day.
Fang Mo had no intention of clearing the trial so quickly. He felt that the ninth level might be extremely dangerous, and he needed sufficient strength to ensure his safety.
For some reason, he felt an intense sense of danger toward the ninth level.
The traces left behind on