"Sure enough, the ranking of the battlefield's top ten squads is far more than mere honor and a few extra privileges..."
The captain of the Rising Wind Squad muttered to himself.
There were two ways to obtain the qualification of a top ten squad. One was for a member of a top ten squad to achieve True Godhood. The entire squad would then naturally leave the regular battlefield rankings, freeing up a top ten slot.
At such times, whichever reserve squad passed the top ten trial first would earn the honor of becoming a top ten squad.
The other way was to pass the top ten trial when there were no vacancies, then forcibly initiate a squad battle against one of the top ten squads.
Compared to ordinary squads, top ten squads possessed greater authority and received preferential treatment from the battlefield in many respects. They were practically the battlefield's beloved sons.
As for top ten reserves, they could barely be considered the space's godsons.
Ordinary squads, meanwhile, were unquestionably expendable material.
Of course, the Rising Wind Squad was still very far from the top ten.
After all, their entire squad was only at seven stars, while even competing for a reserve slot required every member to be at least nine stars.
It could even be said that only upon reaching nine stars did one truly begin, setting foot upon the path of dimensional ascension.
"The battlefield won't issue a certain-death mission. Clearly, by its judgment, we have a chance of surviving in this world for half a month."
"And as long as one of us survives fourteen days, all of us can be resurrected. So, I have an idea..."
The captain of the Rising Wind Squad had already made his decision.
"First, we definitely need to split up. Our