At the exit here, everyone was waiting, knowing that the campaign in the depths of the secret realm was most likely about to conclude; there had to be a result eventually.
There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the Qin Clan might be the biggest winner. Many Divine Spirits from the clan had entered, and not a single one died in battle. None were wrapped in Death Substitution Talismans and sent back; their gains were destined to be immense.
Even the few Sect Hierarchs showed surprise, conversing with Qin Changsheng, hoping to observe the Primordial Supreme's inheritance through the Qin Clan.
All displeasures vanished. These people were amiable, their speech was harmonious, quietly waiting for the exploration of the secret realm to come to an end.
In the most profound depths of the Minor Thousand World, the battle on the arena continued, but the outcome was no longer doubtful. Shi Hao's hair was in disarray, his eyes shone like divine lamps, and he was killing all around him.
