As Numerous as Crucian Carp Crossing a River-Did the Cooked Duck Fly Away?

"Achoo!" Qin Luo sneezed violently.

"Who's talking about me?"

"Is someone about to ask me for a favor?" Qin Luo looked up at the sky. "Are they about to start dropping like dumplings?"

"Children of Destiny, like crucian carp crossing a river."

"Just thinking about that scene gets me excited."

As soon as Qin Luo finished speaking, a clear disturbance arose in the Ancient God Battlefield.

Pillars of light descended from the sky one after another. Qin Luo could sense more than a dozen of them.

"Are these spatial passages they reopened?" Qin Luo was surprised.

The effect of these passages was similar to the ones the Demon Realm had opened before. However, the passages opened by the Demon Realm carried a certain degree of danger. They had been created with the power of black holes and were highly random.

Some Demon Race members had been transported into the Ancient God Battlefield, while others had been sent elsewhere.

Even more Demon Race members had become forever lost within the black holes.

But the passages opened by the Divine Realm were extremely stable, and their destination was the Ancient God Battlefield.

"They're here."

Qin Luo narrowed his eyes at those passages. He could already sense the dumplings beginning to drop.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Most of those entering the Ancient God Battlefield this time were in the True God Realm, and all of them were outstanding figures within their respective factions.

Only such heavenly geniuses could obtain more opportunities and inheritances within the Ancient God Battlefield.

Low-ranking disciples were unworthy of opportunities.

They could only become cannon fodder!

This was the consensus of every faction.

They had reached an agreement: the number of elite disciples entering would be determined by a faction's rank, while cannon fodder would be assigned by quota!

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