At that moment, Ming Dao's face was ashen, his pupils fixed viciously on Luo Zheng as he calculated how he should respond.
According to the predictions of the Great Powers within his race, the first phase of the Dreamlike Battlefield should be coming to an end soon!
The first phase would eliminate the overwhelming majority of martial artists. In each great world, there would probably be only fifty people who could enter the second phase!
Fifty great worlds, for a total of two thousand five hundred people...
Of the countless martial artists in the entire universe, only a tiny number would ultimately remain. These two thousand or so people would be the elite among the elites of the Divine Sea Realm. They would either be successors of certain great worlds, sons of Heavenly Venerates, or heaven's prides and Dao Sons!
These predictions had been inferred from the fragmentary records left behind from the previous Era of Evolution.
But they were, by and large, correct.
Before Ming Dao had even entered the Dreamlike Battlefield, he had known of the existence of these Main Cities, as well as the existence of Karma Hall!
After fighting his way through the Dreamlike Battlefield, Ming Dao had generally enjoyed smooth sailing. No major accidents had occurred, and he had steadily climbed to fourth place among the great worlds.
That ranking was more than enough to enter the second phase!
Some latecomers might be able to push him down a few places, but it was already impossible for him to fall out of the Top Five.
He could have chosen a scenic spot in the Main City and gone to sleep...
Yet he had never expected the rules of the Dreamlike War to suddenly change. The Great Powers of his race had not predicted that people