The group-stage matches gradually drew to a close, and the names of the final sixteen emerged one by one.
At a glance, nearly all the countries that had made the top sixteen were major nations renowned for their magical strength.
Europe alone had claimed almost half the spots.
The United Kingdom, France, Germany, Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands...
Magic truly flourished in Europe. Every one of those countries was famous for its strength.
Among the remaining countries, however, two or three unexpected names had appeared.
Besides China, which had qualified first with four straight victories, there was also Egypt, which had never lost thanks to its Undead Tide.
To be honest, judging by the strength the Chinese National Team members had shown so far, they deserved their place in the top sixteen. They could even make the semifinals.
Egypt's methods, however, were harder to make sense of.
Egypt was indeed famous for its undead, and there was nothing wrong with each Egyptian contestant summoning two or three of them. But a five-person squad summoning thousands or even tens of thousands of undead seemed a little off...
As a result, several countries had joined forces to lodge an appeal with the organizers, requesting an investigation into Egypt.
Those were matters for the management, though. The students were more concerned with the rewards for the top three, the location of the Treasure Hunt Competition, how to advance, and how to improve their strength.
Everyone around him was cultivating, but Zhou Sining barely had any free time.
Every day, he opened his eyes to Burning Heaven's big, curious face. It practically wanted him available to play twenty-four hours a day.
Only he knew how miserable it was, but to everyone else, the way he wandered around all day looked like plain