Song Yichen was dead, and the remaining participants in the selection were out of luck.
Song Zhong began searching everywhere for people to rob of their number plates.
After all, they had to flee the poison at night, and finding a place to lie low like a groundhog was difficult.
Some people had rushed to the center of Fengchi Mountain early on, hoping to hide and endure until the last day.
But as it turned out, the poison had not shifted toward the central region.
They had no choice but to run back out again.
When Song Zhong had first started snatching number plates, he had taken at most a few dozen at a time. But now, he often took more than a hundred in a single sweep.
He had even robbed someone who was also at the Ninth Layer of Qi Control.
Though they were at the same cultivation level, he had utterly crushed his opponent.
With lightning constantly tempering his body, his flesh was far stronger than that of others at the same level, whether in speed or strength.
Moreover, although he had not reached the Qi Transformation Realm and the qi within him could not transform, the true qi he unleashed still contained Lightning Essence.
Against someone of the same cultivation level, it was nothing but bullying the weak.
That one time alone had netted him more than three thousand number plates.
Before he knew it, the final, fifth day had arrived.
At this point, as the safe zone continued to shrink, all those participating in the selection had gathered in the valley between two mountains.
Amid the crowd, Song Zhong carried a sack full of number plates on his back, making him exceptionally conspicuous.
It could not be helped. Though the number plates were not large,