When time ran out, the Number One Battlefield Formation that had enveloped the Skyorigin Battlefield and Nether Battlefield closed and everything suddenly disappeared.

Only two groups of disciples remained. The first consisted of disciples from the four major sects, headed by the Archaion Sect, with about ninety people still alive, and about thirty people in the second group that consisted of Nonahall and Heptastar disciples.

More than four hundred top geniuses had entered the battlefield, but only a hundred and twenty remained. Among them were many who had been crippled, like Jiang Wuxin. The brutality of the battle was obvious.

In fact, this had been the most ruthless Number One Summit ever held. Friends in need were friends indeed.

Tianming and Xuanyuan Yucheng hugged each other. Many disciples had tears in their eyes. They had withstood a most cruel hunt by fighting on the edge of life and death. But in the end, they had won! Not only was it their victory, they had also regained their dignity.

At this...