Fang Chen could hardly be blamed. He had spent seventy-five years in the Time Secret Realm, and his Slaughter Points had not increased once during that time.
When he saw his ranking, he frowned. He had not expected to fall so far.
He checked the time remaining in the competition. Less than five years were left.
"Five years. As long as there are enough Demonic Beasts and members of the Devil Race, I can still raise my Slaughter Points!"
Fang Chen thought this to himself.
An hour later, Fang Chen and the others rushed out of the Spatial Passage.
Rumble!
The moment they emerged, a powerful Spatial Pressure bore down on them.
Fang Chen looked around. They were above an endless range of black mountains, where lightning flashed, thunder roared, and Demonic Qi surged skyward. Numerous Cultivators were locked in battle with formidable Magic Beasts.
Fang Chen swept his Spiritual Sense over the map and found that they were now within the Yellow Springs Mountain Range.
"We've finally reached the Yellow Springs Mountain Range!" the Spiritual Martial Great Emperor exclaimed at the sight of their surroundings.
The Yellow Springs Mountain Range bordered the Core Region of the Tournament Space to the southeast. But the map of the Core Region had yet to open, which meant no one could enter it yet.
Rumble!
A violent surge of energy erupted ahead. Fang Chen looked up and saw a pitch-black bird tearing apart the corpses of several Magic Beasts.
No sooner had the black bird ripped them apart than several streaks of Golden Light pierced the air and struck it.
Boom, boom, boom!
The Golden Light exploded, blasting feathers from the black bird's body. Black feathers filled the sky.
Fang Chen looked toward the source of the Golden Light. More than a dozen