After the Primordial Spirit Cultivators came the Dharma Form Cultivators.
The Dharma Form Cultivators fought even faster.
Several hundred orthodox Dharma Form Cultivators flew into the air and released their respective Dharma Forms.
These Dharma Forms took countless shapes: dragons and phoenixes, wind and fire, thunder and rain, and more.
Combined with the Divine Abilities of the Dharma Form Realm, their methods of attack were stranger still.
And to snatch kills, the Dharma Form Cultivators even fought one another.
The lucky ones swept up seven or eight kills with a single Divine Ability and Dharma Form.
The unlucky ones failed to snatch even one kill before the fighting ended.
This infuriated the Dharma Form Realm cultivators. They stamped their feet and cursed at the New Method army: "You bunch of country bumpkins! Couldn't you arrange for more battle generals?"
"It's your fault we couldn't get any kills!"
The New Method bigwigs' faces darkened at this. "Begin the lieutenant general-level duels."
As they spoke, they looked toward the cultivators beyond Spirit Transformation-the Void Refinement Cultivators.
These cultivators corresponded to the orthodox Blessed Land Cultivators.
"Every one of you was a prodigy, an extraordinary talent, back in the Heavenly World."
"You were all selected through round after round of trials, powerhouses who won every battle you fought."
"I don't care whether you came to the lower realm to fight for your factions or to seize a place among the immortals."
"What I'm telling you now is-you must win one duel."
"If you fail, even with powerful treasures protecting you, your consciousnesses may not be able to escape back to the Heavenly World."
"So... to return alive, you must use every means at your disposal to win."
The New Method Void Refinement Cultivators threw back their heads and laughed. "The lower realms of