Although sixty days had passed and Fang Mo had yet to clear the trial, many people remained interested, convinced that he was gathering his strength before making his final push.
Thus, plenty of people still followed his progress, and someone checked the Heaven Ascending Ranking almost every day.
But as the days passed—seventy, eighty, then ninety—nearly everyone had lost hope by the hundredth day.
They all speculated that Fang Mo had run out of steam and must have hidden himself away to wait for the trial to end.
Logically, only a hundred days had passed, and even the fastest previous clear had taken a year. They should not have been so impatient, but Fang Mo's earlier performance had been so monstrous that they could hardly judge him by ordinary standards.
The betting deadline had been set at sixty days precisely because no one believed he would need that long. Yet now, a hundred days had passed without him clearing the trial. How could they not be disappointed?
Unfortunately, the Heaven Ascending Ranking no longer displayed Kill Points. Otherwise, they would never have said such things.
The silence in the eighth layer of the Yin Ruins had never ceased.
Cultivating, slaughtering Mutant Beasts, refining Primordial Spirit Fragments.
The abundance of spirit transformation grade Mutant Beasts gave Fang Mo ample opportunities to hone his martial techniques. Coupled with the terrifying speed at which his divine abilities now improved, his combat strength changed almost daily.
Fang Mo had no intention of clearing the trial so quickly. He felt that the ninth layer might be extremely dangerous, and he wanted sufficient strength to ensure his safety.
For some reason, he felt an intense sense of danger from the ninth layer.
The traces left in the eighth layer shocked him deeply. They were beyond anything