As the demonic music poured into their ears, someone broke down again and tried to jump into the Yellow Springs Netherwater.
But unlike before—
This time, Song Qianxue stood not far from him. She seemed to want to stop him, yet before she could act, her expression suddenly changed in horror. Her eyes flashed with struggle and confusion, and she stood frozen in place.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes. He realized there seemed to be special rules here that prevented them from interfering with others' actions!
Without Song Qianxue's interference, that martial artist soon succeeded in ending his own life.
"Although people are affected to different degrees depending on their cultivation, those with higher cultivation generally have better mental states as well. Naturally, they hold a greater advantage in this round." Chen Fan shook his head.
There was no absolute fairness in the world.
As time passed, another martial artist at the ninth level soon chose to jump into the Yellow Springs Netherwater.
Among the group, there had only been five people below the tenth level. Now, aside from that youth who had only just broken through, only one other ninth-level peak martial artist with obvious signs of being from another race remained alive.
That alien martial artist was also at the ninth-level peak.
Chen Fan could not help but glance again at the human youth who was only at the seventh level.
Though the youth's eyes were bloodshot and he had been weeping loudly all along, he had not yet fallen into such despair that he wanted to end his own life.
As the zither music grew increasingly fierce, a shape-shifting demon beast at the tenth level soon failed to endure it and jumped into the Netherwater.
Demon race cultivation strengthened bloodlines. It did not place the same demands