The Demonfall Organization announced that, half a month later, a deathmatch tournament would be held over on Underworld God Island.
The name was simple and blunt: they wanted to measure themselves against the prodigies of the major legions.
To see what the prodigies below level 100 from those legions were truly capable of, and what gave them the nerve to shout so wildly here.
Public opinion online was growing increasingly fierce.
Quite a few people with ulterior motives were deliberately steering the narrative.
Almost all of them were predicting the downfall of the various national legions.
Before the fighting had even begun, all sorts of reports had already begun voicing pessimism, adamantly claiming that they did not favor the national legions and that the evil organizations likely had a great chance of winning.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During that half-month, the national legions each selected their own prodigies to take the field.
A total of ten national legions would be facing Demonfall and the other evil organizations this time.
Dragon Kingdom.
Freedom Federation.
Giant Bear Kingdom.
Fusang Kingdom.
Holy Light Empire.
Elf Forest.
Darknight Empire.
Rhine Duchy.
Dwarf Empire.
Giant Kingdom.
These were all among the strongest major nations.
The members of the other legions wanted to participate as well, but their own strength simply was not enough.
They knew exactly how capable their own prodigies were. Compared to the chosen seeds of these powerful nations, they still fell quite far short.
That much had to be admitted.
No one in Dragon Kingdom's Fourth Squad dared voice any dissatisfaction toward Ling Zhan anymore.
Ever since Liu Baixin went through that battle that had humiliated him to the utmost, he had applied for a transfer to another war zone.
Then he waited silently by himself