This demigod wasn't all that impressive.
Jia Xiu, who was playing undead-squashing "mud truck" inside the castle, could clearly feel that the rate at which he popped the undead had slowed.
At first, it had taken a little over two seconds on average, never quite reaching three. Now it took around four seconds.
It didn't affect his ability to keep racking up points, but things didn't feel as smooth anymore.
It was like playing a game that still ran, but with a choppy frame rate.
It was miserable.
Jia Xiu wasn't sure whether his endless cycle of drawing off mana had actually drained the Radiant Knight's reserves, or whether she simply didn't want him siphoning mana so recklessly.
If it was the former, then the demigods in this world were limited in strength.
If it was the latter, then the demigods in this world were petty.
Either way, the demigods in this world were nothing special.
If the Radiant Knight could hear Jia Xiu's thoughts, she would have felt terribly wronged.
With his method of popping undead, the mana it took to burst a single one could have been used for a regular exorcism spell to exorcise every undead in the entire competition grounds, summon another wave, and exorcise them all again.
If she could shrug off that kind of expenditure, she wouldn't be a demigod.
A strange, rather comical sight had appeared in the competition grounds.
Jia Xiu's exorcism "little train" was getting longer and longer.
His original group of three now had more than a dozen other students trailing behind them, and the number kept growing.
They were all there to mooch points.
They had also noticed that Jia Xiu wasn't clearing the undead as quickly as he had at the beginning. Before, they hadn't had time to