"Every Grade Three powerhouse will have a chance to break through to Grade Two in the future."
"Compensating those who fail is so that, when they make their next attempt, they will have the chance to condense a second true body."
"Even if they fail again, it won't necessarily end in certain death."
"If you want the defeated to help buy you time, these are prices you must pay."
Lord of War Li Qing spoke from the standpoint of everyone's interests.
He understood very clearly that all under heaven bustled for profit; only profit could temporarily bind everyone into one whole.
His proposal was to make the interests of the failed and the successful complement one another.
The seven Grade Three powerhouses all began frantically turning ideas over in their minds, and in an instant, they had made their decision.
"Agreed."
A smile appeared on Lord of War Li Qing's face. Every plan was proceeding according to his calculations.
Everyone's interests had been bound together, reducing the likelihood of unforeseen changes to nearly nothing.
The Fighting Saint's second true body wore a grave expression as it stared fixedly at the sky.
More than half of the fourth breath had already passed. The logical barrier constructed by Dark Nether Demon Venerable and the others was shattering at a frantic pace.
Rumble!
Amid a burst of violent thunderous roars, the logical barrier constructed by the Heretic Sequence powerhouses finally collapsed.
An enormous pitch-black palm descended, blotting out the heavens and covering the earth. This terrifying confinement was gradually sealing off this stretch of spacetime.
The Fighting Saint constantly sensed his connection to his main body. Just as that connection blurred to its very limit, he abruptly transferred his rank.
At that moment, his second true body also exploded with a deafening boom,