Compared with the sudden changes in the wasteland outside, and the lively Main Competition that had lasted for a month,
the finals, which should have been the focal point of the first Myriad Paths Competition, instead seemed unbelievably lonely and deserted.
Although quite a few Su Supporters and the "foreign races" who had recently become casual fans still firmly supported their idol, more ordinary viewers had already given up on continuing to watch.
There was no helping it. The time ratio for the Main Competition was 1:4.5, while the ratio for the finals was 1:1.
During the daytime in the wasteland, the survivors were mostly busy dealing with all kinds of arduous tasks. Everyone had endless work on their hands.
They were deeply trapped in the busyness of this barren land, with no time to stop and admire or care about someone wandering around on an isolated island.
Even if that person was humanity's Su God, and this was the final round of the first Wan Jing Main Competition.
After all, the result of the competition had already been decided. Who would care about what happened along the way?
Moreover, once this final Winter Rain passed, spring would arrive.
The approaching farming season also wouldn't allow the survivors to keep slacking off. Otherwise, if they missed this wave of sowing, a widespread food crisis would inevitably erupt again in the latter half of the year!
Of course, the finals at present were indeed boring, with nothing particularly worth watching.
The game probably hadn't expected that a player could pass through the first eight terrains in the very first Main Competition and reach Mist Island in such an absurd manner. Thus, the entire island had no stage checkpoints like those in the first few terrains of the Main Competition.
After landing