The God Race—on the Jade Wall before each God Race cultivator, the images that appeared were all of cultivators from the same race. Those were cultivators from the same universe; if they were not of the same race, they would not even glance at them.
On the Jade Wall, some cultivators of the same race had directly begun fighting.
However, there were also some like those two fellow disciples, neither of whom wanted to make a move.
"Interesting. This really is interesting!"
"These two lowly races are interesting. To let the other survive, they actually chose self-mutilation!"
"I originally thought this round was boring, but looking at it now, it's far too interesting!"
"The rules of this round are truly too interesting. Who came up with this? Next time, when we play this kind of game again, we can have him set ten rules directly."
"Actually, in the next round, we can also have plenty of amusement. Everyone, let's hurry up and start the next round."
There were many cultivators who truly did not want to make a move. They had struggled so hard to break through the Chaotic Lands and arrive here, only for the first thing they had to do to be killing cultivators of their own race.
But the rules were the rules. No matter how unwilling they were to act, in order for one to survive—or rather, for the sake of their own race—they still made their move.
Of course, there were also some cultivators of the same race where no one wanted to sacrifice themselves. Naturally, they fought with all their might.
In half an hour, nearly all the cultivators had already acted and killed the cultivators from the same universe as themselves. The ones left who had not made a move were those unlucky