Fighting so desperately has low cost-effectiveness, as killing three Tier 1 demonic beasts is a hundred times easier than killing one Tier 3 demonic beast!
However, this kind of battle at the brink of life and death is very beneficial for them.
Coupled with the fact that Tier 1 demonic beasts are now in hiding, they naturally fight whatever they encounter!
These Rock Armored Beasts they encountered this time are difficult enemies for Meng Zibin and his group.
There were originally a few more Tier 1 Rock Armored Beasts, but this leader and the other two Tier 2 beasts appeared and tied them down, preventing Meng Zibin and his group from pursuing.
And Meng Zibin finally achieved the feat of solo-killing a Tier 3 demonic beast. Fueled by sheer rage, he activated his Nine Infant bloodline, and thus managed to solo-kill the Tier 3 Rock Armored Beast!
The old Taoist priest was dealing with a swarm of snakes, Wang Teng was battling a fire lizard, and Luo Xiaowei and Qin Xiaoxiao were also frantically clearing Tier 2 and Tier 3 demonic beasts.
The escalation of the battle, while more visually impactful, also made the audience watch with bated breath.
This was no longer the trial that the audience found somewhat amusing before.
Even geniuses like Li Qingyun, who was rampaging through the Demonic Spirit Realm, found themselves in mortal danger.
Seeing Li Qingyun being sent flying by the Thunder Giant Ape, Wang Zhicheng's eyes went dark, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
Li Qingyun's parents were so frightened that they covered their faces and wept.
No matter how much these geniuses fought for their lives within, they were still just children between the ages of ten and twenty. When they were in danger, their families were naturally heartbroken.
On this final day, an unusually large crowd had gathered at the plaza. The families and friends of the trial participants had all arrived, anxiously awaiting the end of the trial.
Seeing them fighting so desperately, they even prayed, "Stop fighting! Just slack off a bit longer and it'll be over!"
Shangnan Village.
This is Zhang Xiaohu's hometown.
After Zhang Xiaohu left, he had no idea that the live broadcast of this trial would become so popular.
This trial spread like wildfire, attracting the attention not only of the entire nation but also of the whole world.
On one hand, the thrill of this life-and-death combat was inherently more exciting than any reality show or wilderness survival program, and the special effects of cultivators battling were also eye-popping.
On the other hand, everyone wanted to know how much power this emerging profession of cultivators could wield.
Therefore, even though Shangnan Village was a small village, the news of the [Demonic Spirit Realm] trial had spread.
Especially since their village also had a trial participant, Zhang Xiaohu.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaohu had a considerable amount of screen time during the trial, and he had left a deep impression on the audience. People even called him the light of the commoners.
Originally, this title belonged to Luo Xiaowei, but when people remembered that their Brother Wei was working for Brother Xian, no one considered him a commoner anymore.
"Old Zhang! Old Zhang! Today is the day Hu Zi's trial ends! Didn't I teach you how to watch the live stream? You're not even watching your own son?"
Auntie Wang nagged as she helped Father Zhang, who was lying in bed, to sit up, and then placed the screen of the Xiong Miao live stream in front of Father Zhang's eyes.
Father Zhang turned his head away, his lips trembling slightly.
"I'm not watching!"
"Hey, old man Zhang, you're really something! Don't you know Hu Zi is incredibly popular online now?"
Father Zhang's eyes were vacant.
Auntie Wang continued, "Hu Zi is a bit impulsive, but isn't he participating in this dangerous event for you? Everyone is cultivating now. Soon I'll buy a plane ticket to the capital. In the future, everyone will be an immortal!"
"With your broken legs, Hu Zi has plenty of ways to cure them! Look at your dejected state, what are you being so sentimental about!"
After Auntie Wang's tirade, seeing that Father Zhang was still unmoved, she left somewhat angrily.
She felt that after Old Zhang lost his legs, he lived like a dead person, not even caring about his own son!
But after Auntie Wang left, Father Zhang could no longer hold back his tears, constantly wiping them away.
He remembered Zhang Xiaohu telling him when he went to the capital, "You live well for these seven days! Even if I can't find a way to regrow your legs, I'll get the money for prosthetics! If you dare to seek death, I'll come to hell to find you!"
Father Zhang indeed had no will to live, because his son Zhang Xiaohu was confined to this dilapidated home for his sake. As long as he was still in this world, Zhang Xiaohu would never be able to let go of him and would always be held back by him.
However, what Zhang Xiaohu said at the end made him afraid to seek death easily. It didn't matter if he himself died, but he wanted Zhang Xiaohu to live well.
A few days ago, Aunt Zhang told him that Zhang Xiaohu was participating in the Demonic Spirit Realm trial and that he could watch a live broadcast!
He watched out of curiosity. It was fine if he didn't watch, but after watching for a while, he almost couldn't swallow his breath.
At that time, it was the scene where Zhang Xiaohu was almost killed by three Firebirds. He swore he had never seen Zhang Xiaohu so seriously injured in his life.
From then on, he dared not watch anymore.
He felt a deep sense of guilt and remorse, because Zhang Xiaohu was fighting so desperately precisely for him, this cripple!
After a moment of silence, Father Zhang couldn't resist picking up his phone by the bedside. It was the last day, and he wanted to know Zhang Xiaohu's situation.
If Zhang Xiaohu died participating in this trial, he would not rest in peace even in death.
However, he saw that the screen was no longer showing the [Demonic Spirit Realm]. The immortal, whom everyone called Brother Xian, appeared on the screen.
...
Some people continued to fight, hoping to have a little more time to get a few more demonic cores.
Others felt every second was agonizing, wishing for this torturous trial to end quickly.
But regardless of their thoughts, and regardless of what they were doing, the seven-day trial had come to an end.
The live broadcast screen went dark. Chu Yang waved his hand and announced, "Thank you for everyone's attention. This [Demonic Spirit Realm] secret trial has now concluded. Let us welcome back these brave warriors who dared to sign up!"
A dark vortex appeared.
As streams of light emerged from the vortex, the audience present all stood up, cheering for everyone.
This was a level of popularity and viewership that no talent show could ever achieve.
Their clothes were almost all tattered, and they were dirty all over, looking utterly disheveled, yet no one looked down on them.
Some trial participants, overcome with emotion upon their return, cried tears of joy!
"Seven days! Do you know how I spent these seven days?"
"Ah! The land of Xia! Never have I yearned for this land so much!"
"Waaah... I don't have to fight those damned demonic beasts anymore!"
"Mom! Where's Mom? I want Mom's embrace!"