"This is the cosmic rules wreaking havoc."
Within a small farmhouse surrounded by paddy fields, fences, and willow trees, the Immortal Scholar was tirelessly giving a wry, helpless smile, as if he had guessed something.
On the stone bench not far from him sat the Sorcerer Lord and the Saintly Love Young Master.
Neither of them were ordinary individuals. The Saintly Love Young Master said, "Do you mean to say, as the world's capacity to accommodate increases, it also cuts down on the life force of every expert?"
They had experienced two major cosmic battles and could easily surmise that the current world of East Victory could easily withstand even Semi-Broken Level warriors, and the threshold for becoming a Supreme Lord was much lower than before.
"Is there any other explanation?"
