(Girls' Literature)
There were roughly three days left. To cultivators, that was no more than a drop in the vast ocean. Three days were far too short. Ye Tian rested and recuperated a little, and the three days passed in the blink of an eye.
As the stench of blood grew stronger, the scheming and infighting among the various cultivators came to an end. There were not many cultivators left by now, and nearly all of them were outstanding elites.
Some had even been given titles. Perhaps people could no longer be bothered to mention names, instead using those titles to communicate.
The "Four-Armed Celestial God" was born with divine strength and was named for his four palms. He had once suppressed eight top-tier cultivators by himself, killing five before escaping.
The "Mysterious Sorcerer" was sinister and cunning, with endless dirty tricks up his sleeve. He had once set up an array and ambushed twenty-seven mid-level cultivators alone, killing every one of them.
The "Collapsing Meteor Cultivator" possessed boundless divine sense and vast spiritual power. He could even use his spiritual power alone to crush four top-tier cultivators.
These seemed to be several of the strongest cultivators. There were a few more with similar titles, and their types were more or less the same.
Among them, several titles carried obscure implications, leaving people lost in the clouds and mist.
The "Twin-Blade Cultivator": appearance unknown, skilled in swordsmanship, wielded twin blades, kill count unknown.
The "Bloody Asura": appearance unknown, specialty unknown, weapon unknown, kill count in the hundreds.
"Mount Tai": appearance unknown, specialty unknown, no weapon, kill count in the hundreds.
Ye Tian heard everything clearly beneath his cloak, yet he truly could not identify any of them. It seemed he did not know a single person among them.
Counting carefully,