Ling Ming's energy and blood were at a high level, but he hadn't grasped the concept yet. He absorbed the energy at an insanely fast rate through the conversion of the Wheels of Wrath to the point that it couldn't keep up with his speed anymore.
There was a four-hour break between each battle. Well, if a Beast Tide hit them, they would've continued to fight for days. The longest they had gone on without halting was three months. Yet, this time, another wave came at them as expected after four hours.
"Beware. The Underworld creatures are of higher grades."
The crowd had their brows furrowed. It was considered lucky to have one Tier 10 from the enemy's side in a wave, but it seemed lady luck wasn't on their side that day—there were 8 of them now with a mixture of Tier 9 in the flood of warriors. None of them had seen such a massive attack for years, and they were all here for Lin Ming.
"Bloodseeker," Lin Ming called.
"Yes, Master."
