At this moment, someone finally realized they hadn't slept a wink all night. Cultivators might not mind, but for over half the people on the ground who hadn't left, it meant enduring a sleepless night.
"Daybreak."
Jin Xiaoyu was panting heavily. The environment, fishing, and mist beasts had taken a toll on his stamina. Sitting inside a bubble, he was desperate for sleep, but the water was too transparent, leaving him with no sense of security.
"I need to find others to hunt the mist beasts."
Du Hanwen gazed at the seemingly invisible, translucent flocculent floating not far away.
Xiong Yiheng glanced around, placed the treasure fish into the bubble, watched the timer start ticking, and lay down to sleep soundly.
More and more people were being eliminated, while others rushed over from different places, crawling out of the Huai River, continuously pouring in.
Until noon.
The Immortals went to other mountain peaks.
