Origin Altar.
Qi Sheng's gaze shifted between the arenas.
After the twelve selected lucky players entered the Death Arena, they were assigned their first-round matches.
The twelve players had an average Hunting Level of 29. During the first-round draw, five of them were unlucky enough to be matched against opponents whose Hunting Levels suppressed theirs.
Without an attribute advantage, the players stood no chance in single combat against these foreign-race warriors, who had received professional combat training.
They were killed and eliminated without suspense.
The remaining seven players advanced to the second round. Amid the curses from the players in the live-stream rooms, they happily collected the low-tier martial spirit orbs gifted by the Ancient Gods, earning a total of 2,134 Sacrificial Power.
But that was not the end.
If they could win the second round, their rewards would double.
This made the onlooking players extremely envious. They all hoped that when the next Fortuitous Encounter arrived, they would get a chance to please the Ancient Gods.
During this time, Qi Sheng, who had been watching in secret, also breathed a sigh of relief.
When this batch of players was sent to the Ancient God Arena, he had been considering two questions.
The first was whether the repeated dispatch of players to the Ancient God Arena in the future would expose anything suspicious.
Exposure did not matter. After all, he was not afraid of the so-called Ancient God Clan. Even if he was exposed, what could they do to him?
What he feared was that his method of exploiting the Ancient God Clan would be cut off.
Guidance had explained this issue and told him there was no need to worry.
To the various powers of Monster World, a player's appearance was unimportant. Unless they had long-term contact with one