At the exit of the Dim Land, a towering figure over a thousand light-years tall stood.
Whenever any energy fluctuations attempted to cross this region and approach the exit, Hu Yanbo would descend with a thought.
At this moment, the surviving World Beasts, whether cunning and savage high-order beings or trembling low-order cannon fodder, all realized:
Only two paths remained before them-to wait in silence for an end that might come at any unknown moment.
Or to devour one another in madness and become a sixth-order World Beast capable of splitting into millions of bodies, or even become the one and only "king"!
In the deepest reaches of the Dim Land, space was exceptionally stable.
Teleportation, Space Lockdown, domain suppression-
All techniques that relied on a stable spacetime structure paled here.
Of course, if one was strong enough to shake the rules of this place, any suppression could be broken.
But clearly, at least for the World Beasts as they were now, this place was their natural, final "arena."
At this moment, ninety-nine percent of the World Beasts in the Dim Land had gathered here.
Densely packed, hideous figures of every shape hovered in this inverted, disordered emptiness, maintaining a delicate distance from one another.
"Mohe!" A World Beast as massive as a mountain, its carapace covered in spiral patterns, spoke.
"Wanxiang has sealed off the exit. He clearly intends to make us slaughter one another to the last!"
"Now, our only option is to let a few World Beasts become sixth-order World Beasts here, then use their innate abilities to evade Wanxiang's pursuit."
"Afterward, they can devour the remaining World Beasts, determine the one and only 'king,' and then pit themselves against Wanxiang."
Outside this ultimate arena, a tiny number of World Beasts still remained in other regions of