Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, the one-month deadline Lin Bai and Pan Hun had agreed upon arrived.
That day, Yi Gu arrived at Bright Moon Island early in the morning and woke Lin Bai, who had been cultivating in seclusion.
Following at Yi Gu's side was a youthful and beautiful woman—none other than Zuo Xintang.
"Brother Lin, I'm truly sorry. I never imagined things would become so serious."
When Zuo Xintang saw Lin Bai, her beautiful face was filled with guilt. "This is all my fault. Even if Brother Lin loses to Pan Hun today, I'll use every means at my disposal to protect your life."
Lin Bai gave a bitter smile and nodded. "Thank you, Miss Zuo."
Yi Gu smiled. "Let's talk as we go. It's getting late."
The three of them rose into the sky together and headed for Slaughter God Island.
Along the way, Lin Bai saw countless martial artists from both within and beyond the Tianhe Archipelago heading in the same direction.
They were probably all going to Slaughter God Island.
Lin Bai asked, "Brother Yi, how's the betting pool?"
Yi Gu smiled. "Even better than I imagined. By the time the pool closed yesterday, it had accumulated a full ten million Contribution Points."
Lin Bai was immediately stunned, finding it hard to believe.
What did ten million Contribution Points represent?
It was equivalent to the entire savings of a hundred Dao God Peak martial artists accumulated over three hundred years.
Yi Gu said gleefully, "More than fifty thousand martial artists placed bets in this pool. On average, each of them wagered nearly two hundred Contribution Points."
Ten million Contribution Points was an utterly terrifying figure.
But when averaged out, it didn't sound quite as frightening.
With more than fifty thousand people,