For Ye Xiwen, these past six months had been an ordeal. He could be said to have been fighting without pause every moment of every day. Though it could not be called a brush with life and death, it had certainly been grueling.
Yet outside, earth-shaking changes had likewise continued to unfold. Under the Devil Realm's relentless pursuit, quite a few of the more than one hundred geniuses gathered from various factions had actually fallen. Of the hundred-odd people, fewer than fifty had survived in the end. The losses could be called catastrophic.
But without exception, everyone who had survived had become elites among elites. Unlike Ye Xiwen, who had a way to evade the Devil Race's pursuit, they had spent nearly every day fighting the Devil Race. Moreover, among the experts hunting them were even Celestial Supreme Realm masters. How could their cultivation possibly fail to soar?
Likewise, their points on the rankings had continued to surge. The person at the top had even exceeded one million points. In other words, over this past year or so, they had slaughtered at least ten Devil Race experts at the Celestial Realm Ninth Stage. Under normal circumstances, that would have been utterly impossible, because such Celestial Realm Ninth Stage Devil Race experts could already be considered regional overlords within the Devil Realm.
Unless summoned by some great figure of the Devil Realm, masters of that caliber would remain scattered across different regions. A tribe with such a great figure stationed within it could already be considered a large tribe in the Devil Realm.
Even encountering dozens of such peak masters within a single year was no easy task!
But because they were being hunted down, those experts had practically come at them wave after wave. That was how the feat of