It was the last day of the flesh and blood devil star.
At this time, the Immortal List was divided into two distinct parts.
One was peaceful, while the other was intense.
The peaceful ones were, of course, the more than 100 disciples besides the top 10.
At this time, the second round had reached the final stage. It was almost impossible for them to improve their ranking greatly on the Immortal List.
Therefore, most of the disciples chose to wait quietly for the last day for the sake of safety.
After all, with their ranking, the rewards they would receive when they returned were generally about the same.
However, it would be a great loss if they were eliminated on the last day because of their rash progress.
There was a huge difference between being eliminated and not when it came to the reward.
But to be exact, the competition from the second to the eleventh was still ongoing.
It might even last until the last moment of the second round of Immortals' Assembly!
The reason was very simple.
The reward for the top ten on the Immortal List would be greatly improved with each step.
There was another hurdle between the tenth and the eleventh.
Therefore, the 11th was unwilling and wanted to be ranked in the top 10.
As for the tenth to the second, they hoped that they could go further on the premise of consolidating their ranking.
So at this time, it was these people who were still crazily killing demons.
As for the first place.
Naturally, no one else thought about it.
The gap between first place and them was too big.
In the beginning, there were still some disciples who did not believe in it and wanted to challenge the No.1 Caspian.
However, when they killed enough fiendish demons, they discovered that the gap between them and Caspian was not only not reduced, but it was also growing bigger.
After Caspian eliminated 150 Crape Myrtle Sect disciples and sent all the six generals back, the disciples who tried to challenge Caspian stopped fighting.
“Let him take first place. We can compete for second place.”
So until now, the most depressed person suddenly became Mo Buyu.
He became a thorn in other people’s eyes.
"Fighting for the second... What the fuck!" After Mo Buyu chopped off the demon's head with his ax, he said fiercely.
When he saw a red light shoot out from the demon's body and then be absorbed by the giant axe in his hand, his face looked slightly better.
"Where did Caspian hide these days?"
Since that day, Caspian seemed to have disappeared.
"It seems that he also knows that he has gone too far. He is worried that the Crape Myrtle Sect will ignore the Heaven's Edge Sect and take revenge on him, so that he will never be able to return to Immortal Island." Mo Buyu guessed in his heart.
But what he didn't know was that Crape Myrtle Sect had actually sent people to attack Caspian.
But as expected, those guys were all killed by Caspian.
"It's just a pity that the six great generals were all killed by him. Otherwise, with his current state of stagnation, with the assistance of the six great generals, there is still hope of pursuing him." Mo Buyu couldn't help but think to himself.
But soon, he shook his head again, feeling that his idea was ridiculous.
"If it wasn't for him defeating the six great generals on his own, he wouldn't have hidden himself and stopped moving.
In this way, it's really impossible to satisfy both sides."
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