Chapter 5678: Why Am I Always the One Getting Hurt?
He simply wouldn't believe it.
Could it be that the Western Overlord would undoubtedly be last every single year?
Impossible!
He had to go to the main hall; he urgently needed to go there to prove that he wasn't someone who was utterly cursed.
There were still twenty-three hours left, ample time.
He could definitely turn this chaotic situation around completely.
Qiaomu looked at the Western Domain crowd in confusion. "What are they doing?"
"They're probably heading to the main hall," Feng Changfei glanced over. "Should we go too?"
Qiaomu shook her head. "Let's rest for a bit first."
Indeed, from entering the Divine Palace until now, no one had rested.
With Qiaomu's suggestion, everyone else had no objections. They sat down in rows on the ground and began to nap and rest, recovering their sacred power.
The Southern Overlord and her group looked at them with a peculiar gaze, their expressions disbelieving.
Of course, the Southern Overlord ultimately said nothing.
Were Madam Mo and her group naturally overconfident, resting in the Divine Palace's trial grounds?
Was she unable to rest for the rest of her life or something?
There were only a few hours left on the countdown, and she actually still wanted to rest...
Everyone took a short nap for three hours, then set off again.
At this point, only twenty hours remained until the Divine Palace closed.
But when the announcement came out, everyone couldn't help but find it comical; the rankings were no different from before.
In fact, the Western Overlord's score was now negative five hundred and one.
He really didn't know where that extra one point came from.
"Could it be that they still haven't managed to enter the main hall after three hours?" The pot-bellied man couldn't help but ask.
"It's quite evident."
"Everyone, no need to rush," Qiaomu said calmly at this moment. "With their intelligence, they're definitely still waiting for us."
Everyone: ...
So, from beginning to end, Adult Qiaoqiao remained so composed.
Regardless of whether they were fast or slow, ultimately, at the main hall's entrance, the Western Overlord and his group would still have to wait for them to arrive.
In truth, the Western Overlord and his group were already deeply regretting it.
They had been foolishly squatting at the main hall entrance, relentlessly battling against the rows of automatons in front of it, each of them exhausted and almost on the verge of tears.
If they were given a chance to choose again now, they would definitely choose to stay in the Middle Hall and rest with Madam Mo.
However, now, there was no opportunity for a do-over.
Everyone, with their long, weary faces, fought desperately against the automatons before them.
These automatons were without life or death, joy or sorrow. One row was destroyed, and another emerged, making them utterly vexed and frustrated.
The Southern Overlord was also running out of energy. She swung her sword and ran out a few steps, only to be blocked by several automatons that surrounded her from the left.
She really wanted to scream for help now.
She wanted to run back and call for reinforcements, to find Madam Mo and her group.
After a barrage of attacks, the Southern Overlord gasped, repeatedly calling out, "Western, quickly think of something!"
The Western Overlord wanted to answer the Southern Overlord, but at that moment, an automaton landed a critical hit on his aged face.
He almost lost half a tooth, and his mouth was bleeding from the assault...
He cried out in pain, swinging his left-hand sword, directly hacking off half of the automaton's head.
Qiaomu and her group arrived leisurely, and what they saw was this bizarre scene.
Adult Qiaomu expressionlessly spread her hands. "See?"
She had said that with their intelligence, these people simply wouldn't be able to enter the main hall.