The slaughter continued.
Less than an hour after it began, more than a thousand quasi Witch Kings had already withdrawn from the fight forever.
Rather than decreasing because of this, the fighting only grew more intense.
It was not just ordinary witches—noble witches also suffered heavy casualties.
Third-grade, second-grade, first-grade, and even special-grade.
Of course, while the Witch Clan loved battle, what they revered was not some one-on-one, fair collision.
There were sneak attacks, and there were joint executions.
There had even been cases of groups of first-, second-, and third-grade noble witches joining forces to besiege special-grade noble witches.
Naturally, the reverse was just as common. In fact, of the more than one thousand quasi Witch Kings who had withdrawn, the greatest number had undoubtedly died at the hands of special-grade noble witches.
Clearly, what the Witch Clan revered was battle itself. As for what methods or tactics were used, those did not matter.
During this time, Li Su had killed some as well—around a dozen or so.
It was not that he had any interest in slaughtering the weak. He was doing it to compete for the Witch Sage Seed.
Unlike the finals, where one only needed to survive until the end, the Witch Sage Seed could not simply be seized at will. Even after it appeared, it would still be protected. Getting close enough to pluck it would not be easy; that depended on one's record of slaughter.
Only the more one killed, the easier it would be to approach the Witch Sage Seed.
After all, it could not be that others fought and killed for ages, drew out the Witch Sage Seed, and then someone who had hidden in a corner and done nothing simply snatched it away.
Such a thing was clearly unacceptable—at least, the