The struggle over the middle three tiers gradually stabilized as the various factions entered the fray. Although clashes continued, the large-scale free-for-all had been brought under control.
Yet the bottom three tiers remained a hell on earth, blood and fire filling the sky.
The cultivators at the very bottom had no one to protect them. Armed only with their own ferocity, they fought desperately for their lives in this brutal asura arena.
No one bothered to draw in the scant sweet dew. Killing others and seizing their fortune was the fastest route up the tiers. They lunged at the cultivators around them, their eyes filled with nothing but the most primal greed and madness.
Squelch!
"Aah-!"
The piercing screams were swallowed almost instantly by still more savage roars.
Yun Qing withdrew his gaze, his expression barely changing.
Contention over the Great Dao had always been cruel.
Resources were limited, and there was only one Dao path. Either you died, or I did.
Especially before an ultimate fortuitous opportunity that would determine their future, human greed and cruelty were magnified to their utmost extremes.
Of those standing on the Third-Tier Platform today, who had not fought their way here over heaps of corpses?
He could only count himself fortunate-fortunate that he had enough strength to protect the Yun Clan members behind him.
On his shoulder, Yun Huang curled into a ball, silently overlooking the grisly spectacle of ants slaughtering one another below. His beady eyes were utterly indifferent, as though he were watching a tedious farce.
Yun Qing secretly stroked the Little Radiant Chick, feeling the soft down beneath his fingertips. A thought suddenly stirred, and he asked through voice transmission, "Brother Huang, aren't you going to stop them?"
"Stop them?" Yun Huang glanced at him as though looking at an