Summit Farmer

A day had passed and everyone was starting to get anxious.

Even the representatives from the major sects who had been sitting cross-legged on the high platform had opened their eyes to check on the situation displayed on the stele.

Peter Brown glanced at the stele as well. At this time, the Beast Sect indeed had the upper hand, with about 5,000 more people than the Demon Sect.

But everyone knew one thing, which was that the Demon Sect should now be massively emerging from the nodes. With over 30,000 people, as long as 10,000 came out, the Demon Sect would be considered victorious.

While everyone was thinking this, the Sect Leader of the Demon Sect became visibly gravely solemn.

The Sect Leader of the Demon Sect was aware of his own situation. Although they occupied three nodes, one of them was damaged. However, he hadn’t been too worried about the other two nodes, thinking that even if another node was destroyed, there would still be 10,000 people who could come out in time.

But now, on the last day, no one had emerged from the remaining two nodes.

What on earth had happened?

The people of the Demon Sect who had initially been relaxed were now serious, and nobody knew what kind of situation might occur.

At this time, disciples from some of the smaller nodes began to emerge. The number of disciples was not very large—just a few or a few dozen—and it didn’t affect the overall situation, with both sides having people come out.

However, there was no sign of a large-scale emergence.