The following days inside the Pocket Realm were of pure, escalating chaos.
What had once been sporadic fighting at the base of the Ancestral Tree turned into a total and relentless war. More and more participants arrived from the peripheral regions, drawn by the constant noise of Qi explosions, cries of pain, and the intense glow of battle techniques.
They came exhausted, covered in dirt and blood, but with hungry eyes, they knew the wooden beasts had practically disappeared. There were no more easy points to hunt. The only way to secure passage to the next phase was to steal from others.
The clearing around the colossal tree became a living slaughterhouse.
