Three days were no more than the flick of a finger to most deities.
But to those deities battling for Sacred Blood within the barrier, they stretched as long as three centuries.
Every breath was a fight for life and death. Every moment, under the threat of over a hundred formidable opponents of the same level, they had to rack their brains to seize that sole drop of Sacred Blood.
People constantly fell in this brutal melee, their divine bodies shattered and their blood staining the arena.
At least one-third had suffered grievous wounds, lost their combat strength, and been forced to withdraw from the competition.
Those who remained, regardless of their strength, bore more or fewer injuries. Their divine power had been severely depleted and could not be replenished quickly.
"Dong~"
A long, heavy toll of a bell rang through the arena.
With a casual wave of his hand, the Referee collected the blood-covered metal ball from the arena.
The fierce battle that had lasted a full three days finally came to an abrupt halt.
Most of the surviving contestants breathed a sigh of relief. Their taut nerves relaxed, and many collapsed directly onto the ground, gasping for breath.
Immediately afterward, countless divine runes lit up across the arena floor. A thick pillar of light shot from the heart of the formation into the sky, gathering above the heavens.
The light slowly condensed, gradually sketching out the silhouette of a human figure.
All the participating prodigies, along with tens of thousands of spectators in the stands, held their breath in unspoken accord, their eyes fixed firmly on the forming figure of light.
Who would become the final lucky one and obtain that precious drop of Sacred Blood? The answer was about to be revealed.
The figure became clearer and