Three hours later, at the southwest corner of the ancient city, 1,190 meters underground.
Several figures were sweating profusely here. The World Contest could no longer be fought. It had originally been thought to be a chaotic battle among immortals, but in the end, more than half of the "immortals" had withdrawn. Three others were even more ruthless than them.
Compared with fighting to the death inside the Sun Hall, mining was far more enjoyable. Or rather, they had no choice but to mine now; otherwise, the punishment for losing the World Contest would be unbearable.
Morie wiped the sweat from her forehead and rested one hand on her hip. She was relatively optimistic. She had been present throughout the bloody battle in the hall, nearly dying four times and almost being left there forever.
Since they could not win a fight at the moment, they had settled for second best and come looking for mineral deposits. As for their side's ultimate powerhouse, Moon Apostle, there was no need to mention her. She was currently being chased all over the place by a group of lunatics from Reincarnation Paradise.
In fact, Moon Apostle could withstand the pursuit of those contractors. What she feared was Black Demon. After Black Demon had swallowed several thousand of her moon beasts, it had probably found them delicious and come looking for her again.
As a result, the contractors on their side had tangled with Black Demon for a while. More than a dozen had died before they managed to shake it off. Moon Apostle was still fleeing for her life, and judging by the situation, Black Demon had set its sights on her.
After fighting desperately until now, the combined number of contractors from the four sides was fewer than a hundred. The brutality