"The red dots are the Buddhist Cultivator Society."
Cao Xianming's voice grew heavy. "The black dots are Eerie."
"Right now, those two forces have completely filled the area outside."
Yang Yong looked at the Light Screen, his heart clenching hard.
Countless red and black dots, like a swarm of locusts, surrounded the entire underground world without leaving a gap.
"How can there be so many?"
Cao Xianming gave a bitter laugh, a trace of helplessness in his voice:
"It's only natural."
"The Buddhist Cultivator Society existed before the apocalypse. When the apocalypse struck, ninety percent of ordinary people died, but their forces suffered almost no losses."
His fingertips moved again.
The red and black dots on the map began changing wildly.
Some dots shrank while others grew, making their relative strength clear at a glance.
Cao Xianming's expression grew uglier and uglier.
"What is it?" Yang Yong asked urgently.
Cao Xianming tugged at what little hair he had left, speaking each word as though pronouncing a death sentence:
"I used Wang Ying's strength, Sequence Two, as the baseline to calculate the combat strength of every dot."
"Look."
He pointed at a red dot whose size had not changed. "This one is at the same level as Wang Ying. Sequence Two."
Then he pointed at a small red dot. "This smaller one is Sequence One, or just an ordinary person."
Finally, Cao Xianming's finger slowly stopped over the enormous, glaring red dot at the very center of the map.
Everyone's gaze froze on it at once.
That red dot was more than twice the size of the baseline red dot!
Cao Xianming swallowed, his voice as dry as scraping sandpaper:
"This one's... strength should be Sequence Four."
"It might even be... Sequence Five."
Those words fell.
Dead silence engulfed everyone.
Even