"Someone just fought here, very fast, but I can feel their law strength is not high, probably just broke through to the eighth rank. Go find them, then it's time for us to harvest."
The first shadow to arrive waved a hand, releasing a large number of black ravens that flew around.
However, it wasn't long before this shadow unhappily remarked, "Tsk, someone is causing trouble again. I want to see who's giving me a hard time this time." Soon, a series of battle fluctuations erupted.
But after a moment, the fluctuations disappeared; they didn't want to draw attention from others. If everyone started fighting and a great battle ensued, the result would be disastrous.
This place isn't a territory for powerful eighth ranks, so people here are more restrained. In those territories, even if someone fought for a long time, people would at most come and watch, with no one daring to act recklessly. This is the rule on this land; anyone who breaks it becomes the enemy of everyone else.
