The upper and lower halves.
The game had not only distributed the total number of participants evenly between the two halves, but had also carefully selected and evenly spread out the participants from each territory as much as possible.
For example, if four people entered from Tian Yuan Territory, two would be assigned to each half.
If ninety-one people entered from Dragon Flag Territory, forty-six would be assigned to the lower half and forty-five to the upper half.
Without Su Mo's sudden rise, this method of distribution would indeed have been quite reasonable. It would absolutely prevent either side from gaining an overwhelming advantage, while also suppressing, to some extent, the tendency of players from the same territory to band together.
But now, the early bird got the worm, and every step brought another advantage.
The gap between the upper and lower halves had already grown absurdly large.
At that moment, when three buses slowly came to a stop, more than a dozen participants who had chosen to migrate to the lower half were left bewildered, wondering whether they were hallucinating.
"Guys, where are you headed? This isn't the road to the next terrain, is it?"
Zhao Qingfei stepped out through the open bus door with a smug grin.
He truly wasn't good at pretending to be calm.
Especially when he saw the dazed expressions on these people's faces. His smile was genuinely harder to suppress than an AK's recoil!
"Y-you're participants too?"
The migration group froze for a moment before pushing forward a seemingly leading Chinese man to negotiate.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Dragon Flag Territory, Zhao Qingfei!"
"Dragon Flag?"
Upon hearing that name, the leader's eyes immediately lit up.
Compared with Su Mo's standing among the unaffiliated players, Dragon Flag's position among the various Chinese territories was