"The competition for the spots." Wang Ye's consciousness sank.
The silver number 448 on his chest flashed as he entered a new world.
It was a simple panel.
The countdown timer was on the top.
On the left side of the bottom was the number of kill points that he could put in, a total of 448 points.
On the right was the lowest bid for the 100 slots. It had already exceeded 150 points and was still rising.
Breaking through 200 points was only a matter of time.
"So that was the situation..." Wang Ye didn't plan on participating in the intermediate hunt.
After being in the ten thousand-year prison for a hundred years, he had almost figured out the intermediate and advanced hunting techniques.
The intermediate hunt involved traveling to various ordinary chaos domains and minor chaos continents.
Capture the geniuses of the Myriad races and throw them into the Spacetime Sky Prison.
