Su Fan had no inclination whatsoever to move forward. He simply floated lightly at the very back of the crowd.
Even Song Yuanze and the other usually active disciples were standing much closer than he was.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Senior Brother Jiugu, who stood at the very front. The corners of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.
Let these people take the lead. I don't want to get involved in the dirty infighting among the major forces of the demonic sects—not even a little.
At this moment, Su Fan had only one thought in mind: he hoped this grinding trial would end soon so he could go home and relax in comfort.
Day after day passed, and the scent of blood on the fragment continent grew increasingly heavy.
After several days and nights of relentless, frenzied slaughter, this fragment continent, which served as the trial grounds, had long since become a coliseum for the disciples of the various demonic sects. The fighting had already reached fever pitch.
Corpses of trial disciples lay everywhere. Shattered robes and broken magical artifacts could be seen all around, silently telling of the trial's brutality.
The three forces of the demonic sects, which had originally been scattered across the land, gradually broke free of their disorganized state and began converging step by step, expanding their territories like dormant Fierce Beasts.
Within the vast territories they occupied, they methodically developed all kinds of heavenly treasures, earthly materials, and mineral resources.
Precisely because of their desperate hunger for resources, the relentless slaughter among the three forces temporarily came to an end.
Everyone knew that the final score of the trial would be determined entirely by the total amount of resources each sect developed.
No matter how much they fought, if they failed to obtain