Some female cultivators were ravenous with thirst, while other cultivators had mixed feelings and began to consider backing out.
"The three Magic Treasures I have on me were all borrowed from my sect, with my body as collateral."
"If..."
The thirsty female cultivator curled her lip. "Idiot. Once you die, everything ends. You won't have to repay your debts. Just go to the Underworld and start over."
"If you don't die, you're bound to get a mountain of points."
"Then you can exchange them for a whole pile of Magic Treasures, hang a few dozen on yourself, and toss out a few dozen more to show off."
"Just thinking about it feels incredible."
The cultivators...
Just then, a vast radiance suddenly appeared in the sky.
It appeared out of thin air, brighter than the sun.
Boom!
The vast radiance struck a point in the sky, then began to burn.
Spiderweb marks burned into the sky, as though the vast radiance was about to burn right through it.
At that moment, the space before Wang Quan and the others twisted slightly, then a Hundred-Treasure Pouch, a sheet of paper, and a brush appeared.
[Inside the Hundred-Treasure Pouch are resources prepared for you by the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court.] [The paper and brush are for writing your last letters.] [Write quickly!]
The cultivators... were stunned.
Were those above serious?
They had to write their last letters before even setting foot in [Yesterday's Battlefield]?
Why hadn't they been made to write last letters before the previous magical battles?
Right. They could withdraw from the previous magical battles at any time. Strictly speaking, apart from a few unlucky souls, normal cultivators wouldn't die. At most, they would lose a Purple Mansion or a top-tier Foundation Establishment Dao Platform.
*For this magical battle, those