Dung Beetle and his companions relogged and learned of Junlin's situation from Luo Yuan.

It had to be said that Junlin's luck was utterly ridiculous. Just as he was about to reach the Wilderness, not only did he go offline to sleep, but he also got "rescued" by the Demon Race.

Now, his position was even farther from the Wilderness.

If they were in his shoes, they'd likely die from frustration. The finish line was in sight, yet he'd been dragged back to the starting point. Who could stand that?

"Tsk tsk, Junlin's luck is really something else," Dung Beetle said, lying carefree beneath the Nut Wall and making light of the situation.

However, this was also good news; at least Junlin hadn't been eliminated from the competition, right?

King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang looked at the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect outside the Nut Wall and said, a touch of sentiment in his voice, "In the end, only a hundred people will be entitled to the Spiritual Peach. The Cyan Lotus Sword Sect probably doesn't stand a chance."

Indeed. The trial of this Secret Realm was unfair to those who entered. But that's just the way it is. The Profound Yellow Sect had already secured ten spots within the Top 100. Over a hundred Disciples from the Great Dream Immortal Sect were still waiting, all hoping to qualify for the Top 100. The Demon Race faction also had a large number of participants. Under such circumstances, powers like the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect had already lost their original advantage. Even if they had made it this far, their ultimate fate was elimination. At least the people from the Great Dream Immortal Sect wouldn't let them snatch any spots.

Regardless, the Profound Yellow Sect's current goal was simple: to maintain their position in the Top Ten. They weren't concerned with the other spots. How Luo Yuan and his companions competed for those spots was their own affair.

"I just contacted Junlin. He and the Demon Race members are trapped in a cave and are currently indulging in a seafood feast," Old Mo announced, standing to one side.

The others looked on with envy. They had brought their own food, but none were as generous as Junlin, who had filled not just one Storage Ring to the brim but multiple! This kind of lavish style was not something ordinary players could afford.

Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life looked at the Wilderness and frowned. "We're fine guarding here, but we need to figure out how to break into the Top 100."

Saying so, he took out the Jade Token issued to them by the Jade Flower Immortal Sect. On the surface, the Token was for teleportation, but there was also a line of numbers on it. Among the ten from the Profound Yellow Sect, King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang's Token had the highest number, followed by Old Mo, who was ranked first in combat power. The numbers on the others' Tokens were mostly similar, showing little change.

Hearing Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life speak, Dung Beetle and the others also took out their Tokens and began to study their potential uses. Determining the Top 100 was a critical matter. It definitely wasn't as simple as being among the last one hundred survivors. If it were, the Disciples who entered the Secret Realm could have simply resorted to killing each other to decide the final count. But was that what had happened? No, those who entered the Secret Realm had chosen to team up at the first opportunity. Clearly, the Secret Realm's final selection process wasn't judged so straightforwardly.

"Luo Yuan, does your Great Dream Immortal Sect know anything about this Token?" Dung Beetle turned to ask. The rest looked over as well.

Luo Yuan frowned and shook his head. This was also their first time participating in the Spiritual Peach Banquet, so they weren't clear on the specifics. However, he could make an educated guess.

"It's probably related to the Demonic Creatures we've killed," Luo Yuan said gravely. "The evaluation for the Top 100 spots won't be that simple. It's likely based on the final numbers on the Tokens."

Saying this, he looked towards King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang. Among them, King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang had the highest number, an incredibly large figure. After all, he had conquered an entire region and had also helped Dung Beetle out of trouble. Having such a terrifyingly high number was understandable. If the final ranking was indeed based on these numbers, then the top spot was likely already decided. For now, at least, it seemed no one could surpass King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang's number.

The others were somewhat similar. Old Mo had cleared a cave of Spidermen, and the number on his Token was in the triple digits, a testament to his power. Wanwan and the others had numbers in the double digits, while Dung Beetle's was the lowest, a single digit. The Disciples from the Great Dream Immortal Sect also mostly had single-digit numbers, with Luo Yuan being the exception, holding a double-digit number.

"If the rankings truly depend on the numbers on these Tokens, then we can't just continue to sit idly by," Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life said with a frown. "Sprayer is almost certainly first. Old Mo has a three-digit number, which is high, but even his position is precarious. After all, it's not just the Human Race participating this time; other races are here too. We've killed too few Demonic Creatures. We must take the initiative and go on the offensive to secure a place in the Top Ten with a solid number! Whether our guess about the Tokens is correct or not, we need to eliminate more of these creatures to guarantee our spots in the Top Ten."

Upon hearing this, Dung Beetle and the rest nodded in agreement.

It seemed they had no other choice. This place could serve as their headquarters; staying here was relatively safe, but not absolutely. Their goal wasn't merely to survive, but to find a way to break into the Top Ten.

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