The powerhouses of the Fourth and Fifth ranked XiuZhen country, analyzed that the foreign battlefield was on the verge of collapsing, at this time, even if a YuanYing expert were to enter it, it would most likely provoke an unmanageable collapse.
As for the powerhouses of the Sixth ranked XiuZhen country, they felt the price of repair was too high, even if they knew that there were a lot of divine consciousnesses in the foreign battlefield, it was still insufficient to cover the costs of repairing, and they left it to the fifth ranked XiuZhen countries to share costs if they want.
And most importantly, it is not the only foreign battlefield, so it is not necessary to fix a battlefield that is about to collapse, so generally, if the restoration spells become ineffective for a foreign battlefield, it is usually discarded.
But what these powerful men were pondering was that a battlefield’s budget is meant to be used for atleast thousands of years, but how did it suddenly deteriorate so much in just a decade.
They did not know, they would have to track down Wang Lin’s head for that, if not for his continuous impacts, it wouldn’t have been so.
The time flows very differently in the space rift as compared to foreign battlefield, a hundred years in the void, is equivalent to only a year in the foreign battlefield.
To be precise, the time that Wang Lin has been hitting the space rifts amounts to 7 year for the outside world, but in fact, it was 700 years.
700 years of continuous impacts, resulted in the rapid deterioration of the foreign battlefield, now no cultivator of the fourth or fifth ranked XiuZhen country dared to enter the foreign battlefield.
Only through sound transmitting Jade strips, they told the third ranked XiuZhen country cultivators, to cancel the cleanup work, search for the souls, and after the transfer array is opened, everyone should leave at once.
Wang Lin had lost track of time, his divine consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, smaller and smaller, and now he no longer continued to cut parts of his divine consciousness, and instead waited for a large crack to appear.
On this day, within the range of Wang Lin’s divine consciousness, finally a large rift appeared, it was several times larger than the previous small rifts, Wang Lin without hesitation drilled into it.
A magic weapon caught Ma Liang’s fancy, its quality felt similar to that ray of light that he had once chased in the past, it was a weapon that flew on its own, for this magic weapon, Ma Liang had chased for three days, and now he was exhausted.
He looked straight ahead with a wry smile as he flew on his purple flying sword, he thought inwardly that if he still had that shuttle, he would have been able to easily catch up, and would not be so exhausted.
Thinking of that, immediately Ma Liang remembered that ray of light, for more than a decade, he fantasized about what was inside that ray of light, if it was enough to make somebody of Giant Devil Race chase, then it would be certainly an extraordinary magic weapon whose might would go against the heaven’s will.
Every time he thought of it, he could not help but moan and groan.