The boundless Primeval Forest was fraught with danger, but anyone who could make it here was exceptionally talented.
There were nearly ten thousand spacecraft. Even if 99% of their personnel died, the remaining 1% would still be a considerable number for the Ancient Ruins.
A small ruin would relocate on its own once thirty people entered.
Even a large ruin could accommodate no more than a hundred people.
Thus, this opportunity that came only once every thirty years was certainly not wealth that fell from the sky.
Amid relentless slaughter, they had to face both the threats of the jungle and attacks from other teams. Without paying a dreadful price, it was absolutely impossible to enter.
Unless someone was unbelievably lucky and appeared right at the edge of the ruins from the moment they landed.
But clearly, such a thing was almost impossible in a large ruin.
At that moment, at the edge of a place shrouded in light...
Two teams encountered each other by chance.
The view before them suddenly opened up, yet both sides wore solemn expressions!
Because to their side lay a cliff spanning a hundred meters.
At the far end of those hundred meters was an area enveloped in golden light.
At the very edge of the cliff stood an Iron Chain Bridge, one end connected to the cliff, while the other vanished into the opposite side with no end in sight.
The wind howled here, and the iron chains swayed violently in the gale.
The bottom of the cliff could not be seen at a glance.
There was only one path, and it was clearly the road leading to the Ancient Ruins!
Yet it looked more like the gates of hell leading to death.
Members of both teams swallowed nervously in unspoken accord.
Here, intense