The Witch King Contest had no particular restrictions.
As long as one believed their strength was sufficient, they could register to participate. Of course, life and death were fated, wealth and honor left to Heaven.
Whether in the preliminaries or the finals, safety was not guaranteed.
If one suffered grievous injuries, or even died, that was their own problem.
Without question, these rules were much like underground bare-knuckle boxing in his previous life. Though there was a treasure like the Witch Sage Seed, there were only three slots in the Witch King Contest.
In other words, only the champion, third place, and runner-up could receive the title of Witch King. Everyone else was merely there to make up the numbers.
Even so, when Li Su came to register, the number he received was astonishingly Number 8,765.
That meant more than 8,764 people had already registered before him.
The number of prospective Witch Kings was clearly nearly three times the old man's estimate of just over three thousand. What was more, when Li Su left, he still saw scattered individuals going in to register. In other words, the final total might well exceed nine thousand by far.
The strength of prospective Witch Kings was undoubtedly comparable to the Immortal Realm, ranging from Earth Immortals to True Immortals.
Over five hundred years, so many had accumulated. The rate at which immortals emerged in ancient times was truly astonishing. Compared with the Nine Provinces, where one might not appear even after several centuries, the gap could no longer be described as merely heaven and earth apart.
No wonder the Demon Court had been able to form an array on the scale of the Zhou Tian Stellar Array. In this era, to put it plainly, Earth Immortals walked the streets, and True Immortals were