“After this round, the top five hundred will be decided. The upcoming fights will be very difficult. They will mostly be Primals or those qualified to become Primals,” sighed Mu Qingyun.

The name on her tablet was that of a Primal, and it crushed any wishful thinking she had.

In the last fight, she had used up almost all her power, and she had only recovered to sixty percent now. Against a Primal, she had no hope.

Thus, Long Chen told her to abandon her match. Although she was a bit unwilling, she listened. She didn’t take that risk.

“I’m also against a Primal. Boss, I’m a bit nervous,” said Bai Xiaole. He was the luckiest one out of all of them. He hadn’t encountered any tough opponents...