The commotion in the arena seemed to have nothing to do with them.
If a third party had noticed this inconspicuous Troll team, they would probably have been astonished to discover that—
all thirteen high-ranking members of the Troll Race were currently staring at the same spot on the Leaderboard, as if someone had pressed pause.
With every jump in the rankings, their hearts seemed to beat along with it.
They had never seen such a rhythmic rise before. For a moment, in the eyes of many Planet Destroyers among the Trolls, this was no longer Lin An impacting the rankings, but them drawing closer and closer to hope! They were the ones reaching the summit!
Even the Grand Elder, as powerful as a Shattered Star Apex, could not help clenching his fists tightly and forcing himself to remain calm.
The slap had come too quickly, and so had the surprise! He could not even imagine what Lin An was doing inside the battlefield!
"Forty thousand and one...!"
"Thirty-nine thousand!! Damn it! It dropped back down again!"
"Hold steady...! Stay within the top forty thousand!! For fuck's sake, hold steady!!"
The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. The eyes of one of the Trolls in charge of the frontline battle were practically bulging out of their sockets! Although the ranking was steadily rising, the increase was not large, and other people would always temporarily overtake them whenever it shifted.
At that moment, he even wanted to reach out and yank that damned ranking upward!
Forty thousand and thirty thousand were two entirely different dividing lines.
The former only represented the possibility of hope, allowing them to barely hold on until the final moment of reaching the summit. The latter meant they had surpassed the average level. In