One day later.
The outskirts of the battle zone.
Little White was still working part-time here, taking out treasures from the Dimension Space one by one.
At this moment, the earth suddenly quieted down.
"Is it over!?"
Little White's heart trembled violently, quickly rushing up a hill to look into the distance. Only when he saw Wang Hao's figure did he finally breathe a deep sigh of relief.
But in the next second, Little White was completely stunned.
After a whole day and night of relentless bombardment, the ground had completely changed, covered with countless large pits, and the void had been torn and twisted.
After dying countless times and using the Seventh Sword countless times, Wang Hao the Great Demon King had already killed half of those who came to hunt him down.
As for the surviving half, it wasn't because they were stronger or luckier but because they had given up on seizing the Divine Status, choosing to stay far away as bystanders.
