Three hours was not a long time for lower-ranked Lord Gods.
But on the battlefield of the Hundred Cities Body Cultivator War, every moment became an ordeal.
The Insectoid Race army had surrounded the elites from every city.
Flying insects circled through the air, launching relentless attacks with extreme speed; massive crawling insects possessed tough shells; while some nimble crawlers constantly searched for chances to launch sneak attacks.
These insects had little intelligence and knew no divine arts, but their numbers were immense, and they feared no death.
The divine power within the city elites was being rapidly drained. After continuously fighting with high-intensity punches, their muscles began to ache.
Insect after insect was slain, piling into small hills. Their foul-smelling blood rode the fierce wind into everyone's nostrils, making them want to vomit.
In just one hour, more than half of everyone's physical stamina and divine power had been consumed.
By the second hour, the divine power in many people's bodies had already run dry, leaving them to struggle on with nothing but the strength of their fleshly bodies.
The rankings of the various cities suspended high in the sky no longer changed as violently as before, gradually stabilizing.
With only half an hour left, the elites on the battlefield were exhausted and nearing their limits. Casualties began to appear.
Guan Hong, the City Lord of Star Brilliance City, watched Zheng Chiyan's team remain within the top thirty percent, still a considerable distance from the top twenty percent. He sighed helplessly and shook his head.
At this point, the rankings would not change much.
The teams from cities that had not entered the top twenty percent would find it difficult to push their way up any further.
For this Hundred Cities Body Cultivator War held by the Spirit Evolution