The closer one was to the Blazing Fire Stele, the greater the benefits.
And getting close was not something that could be settled with mere words. In the end, strength would have to do the talking.
Fists would do the talking.
"Have all our people not arrived yet?"
Dugu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the several hundred scattered prodigies behind him. There were only a little over twenty peak prodigies among them.
The other three regions, meanwhile, each had more than a hundred peak prodigies. The gap had already been completely thrown wide open.
No matter how strong he was, before such numbers, his personal strength still seemed far too feeble.
After all, not a single one of these people was simple.
"We don't know. Void Burial's teleportation destinations are random. We have no idea how many of our people made it to Blazing Fire Prairie."
A man in a black robe behind Dugu Feng spoke with a helpless expression.
Everyone who had come here was entering Void Burial for the first time. Upon seeing such an enormous disparity in numbers, he had already fallen into complete despair.
How were they supposed to fight this? With such a huge difference in numbers, once the four regions of the Demon Domain started fighting, they would only be cannon fodder.
And the Southern Region was still watching them like tigers from afar. They had come to seek revenge on the Southern Region, but the Southern Region likewise had no intention of letting them off.
The Southern Region's intentions were simple: crush the so-called Northern Region completely.
The first step in crushing the Northern Region was equally simple—create a gap in its rising generation of prodigies, leaving the Northern Region with no chance to compete in this great