Of course, Old Mo and the others could not be bothered with pointless words. All they wanted now was for the quota battle to end as quickly as possible.
In any case, their Eastern Plains Northern Lands would surely be the most miserable group. Perhaps all eighteen geniuses would be wiped out.
Sikong Jing was indeed very special, but the five elders no longer held much hope in their hearts.
"Ah!"
While everyone was lost in their own thoughts, a scream suddenly came from within the Tyrant Pattern Array. A genius from the Western Lands was blasted out of the array by an illusory demon beast and crashed heavily onto the ground.
At the same time, the male adjudicator said coldly, "Those who leave the Tyrant Pattern Array have failed to seize a sword."
In an instant, the Western Lands genius who had been blasted out looked utterly grim. He could only slink back to Ju Dan's side, while she smiled indifferently. "Failure is failure. It's no big deal. Little Hua said that six swords are enough."
As soon as she finished speaking... Ah! Ah! Ah!
Three more screams rang out, and another three people were blasted out, failing the challenge.
Ju Dan remained entirely unconcerned. There were still fourteen people left; getting six swords would be easy.
But the scenes that followed steadily chipped away at Ju Dan's smugness until it vanished completely. In the blink of an eye, only six people remained. Her Eastern Plains Western Lands had been reduced to just six Golden Body Realm cultivators led by Ju Hua.
"It's fine, it's fine. Golden Body Realm cultivators definitely won't fail. Six people is just right."
As Ju Dan spoke, she withdrew her gaze again, convinced that the Tyrant Pattern Array must have been designed so that