Only five days had passed since the end of the Battlefield of the Hundred Dynasties.
Outside the True Martial Ancient Hall, chaos reigned.
Geniuses who once dominated their dynasties had fallen. Those at the Early Stage of the Detachment Realm were at the very bottom of this battlefield's hierarchy, lacking even the qualifications to go out hunting.
The only ones still active outside were geniuses at the Middle Stage of the Detachment Realm. Each one was frantically slaughtering the phantoms of Mutant Beasts, wanting to accumulate more points in these final moments.
But no matter how many points the geniuses on the battlefield accumulated, how could it compare to the various opportunities within the True Martial Ancient Hall!
Some geniuses obtained Treasures, their combat power soaring, allowing them to roam unmatched.
Some acquired Elixirs, their spiritual power skyrocketing, filled with unparalleled confidence.
