He had been exposed to the extraordinary for far too short a time. To set foot in the divine realm—or, in more Eastern terms, to prove one's Dao—meant proving one's path to the world and accepting the world's rebuttal. If one succeeded, one would begin transforming toward godhood.
And if one failed, one might die on the spot—or one's path might be twisted by the world itself, utterly changing one's temperament and turning one into a so-called false god.
What exactly was his own path? To Zhao Cheng, that was undoubtedly a question beyond his current level.
In a place like the Evolution Battlefield, some things could indeed be shortcut through slaughter, but evolution was not something that could be entirely shortcut.
Otherwise, was it the Evolution Battlefield evolving, or were you evolving?!
So Zhao Cheng did not think that far ahead. He focused on what lay before him—improving as much as he could.
As for saving Zhao Xiaoxiang, it was not that he was not anxious. Anxiety was simply useless. His trump card, the seven-in-one fusion, lasted only a short time and could only be used at the most crucial moment. And clearly, that moment had not yet arrived.
Not only was he completely unable to get close to Zhao Xiaoxiang, more importantly, the powerful figures competing for the Star of Time had yet to reveal themselves. If he exposed his trump card now, there was a chance he would fail to kill them all.
Once his fusion time ran out, he would be finished.
Besides, the extraordinary world was full of strange methods. He had only estimated the strength of the sevenfold fusion; he could not guarantee its true power.
Bzzzz!
The sword rang out. Zhao Cheng became a streak of light, and every monster in his path