Only the present stretch of time offered the best opportunity. The later things went on, the more cultivators participating in the Divine Sea Conflict would gather together, easily forming small groups. By then, the Blood Race's advantage in numbers would no longer be apparent.
The current stage was different. At the beginning, many people lingered around the outskirts of the Primordial Realm, but driven by the passage of time and the Rules, they had no choice but to converge toward the center, giving the Blood Race chances to intercept and kill them.
They did not need to kill too many. If each person killed an average of four or five, then joined up with others, their spots would basically be secure.
Thus, this period was when the Blood Race exerted their strength.
Powerhouses from different Blood Race realms had also gathered together at this moment. Watching the shifting names on the pillar to the right of the gateway, every one of them wore gratified expressions.
From now through the next several days would be the period when the Top 100 Ranking changed most frequently. Many names temporarily listed among the top hundred would disappear, while many others would emerge. Even those that did not vanish would rise and fall constantly on the ranking—a scene of one act ending just as another took the stage.
Within the Primordial Realm, Lu Ye was fiercely battling someone.
After parting with Du Lang, he had sped onward. Though it was his first time participating in such a grand event and he did not understand its intricacies, he knew the journey would most likely not be peaceful. Everyone was rushing inward, and as the area available for activity within the Primordial Realm shrank, encounters were inevitable.
Once they encountered one another, race meant nothing. Even