Who would have thought that Guo Linsheng of the Qilin Clan would take the lead to share some of the benefits to motivate the younger generation after the division of forces was decided at the Beast Race Meeting? Moreover, his proposal was immediately approved by most of the clan leaders of the smaller clans. Tiger Cuang and the others didn't dare to show their faces and offend the public.
However, Hou Yuan stood out at the right time to amend his proposal. He understood that since the general trend was unstoppable, he could only go with the flow. It wasn't hard to see Guo Linsheng's intention. He wanted to use this opportunity to take back more of the resource quota.
Today, the Qilin Clan sent out three Ninth Level Demon Venerables. The rest were all at least Eighth Level clansmen. Logically, they had seven chances to participate. If five of them succeeded, they would be slightly less than the original quota.
In this way, Guo Linsheng could guarantee the benefits of the Qilin Clan to the greatest extent. Therefore, Hou Yuan proposed to reduce the quota and double the number of participants. Even if all seven of the Qilin Clan won, they could only get five of the quota. This was still acceptable to many clans.
At least, many clan leaders of the smaller clans were eager to try. With their strength, they might not have a chance to get ten percent of the quota, but twenty percent was a different story.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Hou Yuan didn't wait for Guo Linsheng to agree. He directly turned to the three people on the witness stand and said, "I don't know if this old man's proposal is unfair. I ask the three witnesses to speak clearly."
He wanted to make the final decision. Yi Tian was about to speak, but Yi Shun, who was sitting beside him, spoke first, "Fellow Daoist Hou Yuan is right. However, there are many Beast Clans and all the clans have different levels of power. Why don't we divide the fifteen percent into thirty portions? Twenty for the Eighth Level clansmen, and the remaining ten for the Seventh Level clansmen. In this way, the Seventh Level clansmen who came today can have a chance. "
As soon as he said that, the surrounding Beast Clansmen all shouted, "Good." Many clan leaders of smaller clans who weren't strong enough shouted at the top of their lungs.
Needless to say, this method gave the vassal clans a chance to come forward and fight for their own benefits.
A hint of helplessness flashed through Hou Yuan's eyes, and he immediately replied, "Fellow Yi Shun is right. Since we're going to share the benefits equally, we naturally can't miss out on those Level 7 juniors. I'm sure none of the fellow daoists present will have any objections to this arrangement. "
After saying that, he turned his head and stared at Guo Linsheng, as if waiting for his response. Guo Linsheng's brows furrowed slightly as he sighed, "Seeing as this is a suggestion from Fellow Daoist Yi Shun of the Fire Wyrm Race, and it's also in line with the interests of our Beast Race, I naturally won't oppose it."
"Alright, then let's discuss what to do next," Tiger Crank said with a joyful smile on his face.
"What's the point of discussing? Let's go on stage." The voice of the person who spoke sounded very unfamiliar to everyone's ears. However, Yi Tian knew it was Xiong Erbao. He tossed out a spirit tool and placed it in the center of the stage, then said, "This is the Sumeru Space's Battle Stage. If you want to fight, then fight inside."
As soon as he finished speaking, he formed a seal with both hands and divided the battle arena into thirty tofu blocks of various sizes. Then, he called out, "Each space is separated. Thirty people can enter at the same time. The red one is the eighth level area, and the blue one is the space for the seventh level juniors."
After he said that, the surrounding beasts all shut their mouths. Many of them were eager to give it a try, but even more of them were still waiting and watching. Suddenly, nine black and white spirit lights flew out and entered nine of the spaces. It was the guards Xiong Erbao brought. Immediately, the nine red spaces were filled.
The juniors of the other clans naturally didn't want to fall behind. However, they didn't have the permission of their clan leaders, so they didn't dare to act rashly.
Tiger Crank asked, "Then what if there are many participants? How do we deal with it?"
Xiong Erbao disdainfully said, "Simple. Only one clan's juniors can enter each space. After the battle, we can just take the one left."
At this moment, a loud and clear voice came from the witness stand, "This arrangement is clear for all to see. Everyone can first use your Divine Sense to investigate before deciding who to send. There's no need to delay today's meeting. Thirty matches will be held simultaneously, just enough to finalize the allocation of resources."
The person who spoke was Meng Jing. With her words, many of the Level 9 Demon Sovereigns felt relieved. Since the two witnesses had spoken, it seemed that this matter had been approved. Regardless of the outcome, it couldn't be faked in front of everyone.
Suddenly, the Lion Race sent out six people to occupy the remaining six spaces. Some of the weaker clan leaders directly entered the blue area to wait.
Xiong Erbao took out an hourglass and placed it in front of him. He said, "After the sand runs out, the space will automatically close. Only then can the juniors fight. Those who enter will have a rune on their arm. Once activated, they will be able to leave the space. It will be considered as admitting defeat. If many people enter each space, only the last one left will be taken. Everyone, please consider entering. Time waits for no one. "
After he finished speaking, the crowd became restless. Many of the Demon Race juniors were regretting their decision. Of course, those who entered first had an advantage. Many people were also looking for suitable spaces. If it was a one-on-one battle, they might not win. However, if it was a chaotic battle, there was a chance they could take advantage of the situation.
The fine sand in the upper layer of the hourglass continued to fall. It was much faster than expected. Originally, they thought they would be given a moment to consider. However, it seemed that Xiong Erbao was constantly urging them. In an instant, countless Demon Race cultivators flew out from the spectator stands and entered the Sumeru Space Battle Arena. The original twenty red squares were instantly filled with more than two Demon cultivators.
As for the blue squares, there were even more people. Although there were only ten squares, each space could hold at least four Demon Race cultivators. Many of them were the clan leaders of the smaller clans. It seemed that they also saw a rare opportunity and wanted to take the risk.
After the sand in the upper layer of the hourglass flowed out, Xiong Erbao formed a seal with his hands and pointed at the Sumeru Space Battle Arena in the center of the venue. The passage to enter was instantly closed. The next moment, there was a roar of thunder.
Nearly seventy to eighty Demon Race cultivators attacked at the same time. For a moment, the space battle grids burst out with many bright flames. The Ninth Level Demon Venerables sitting around naturally saw everything that was happening inside. However, their Divine Sense couldn't invade. This way, the fairness of the competition would be guaranteed.
After a short while, many spiritual lights could be seen flying out to the seats in the outside world. When the spiritual light faded away, the demonic cultivators of the various races appeared in their true forms. However, their complexions were very unsightly at this moment, and some of them even had a pale complexion. The Demon Race cultivators of the smaller clans were fine. However, after the disciples of the larger clans withdrew, they saw the murderous gaze of their clan leaders. Naturally, they shrunk to the side and didn't dare to speak.
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