Unexpectedly, as the demonic dragon approached Kunpeng, it suddenly burned through all its lifespan and soul power, launching a suicidal attack on Kunpeng.

"Damn it!" Kunpeng roared. It wanted to get away, but the two demons were too close. Although the other demon's strength was only at the thirtieth level, far inferior to its own 72nd level, it couldn't dodge the attack.

[Because if the opponent's life-consuming strike had been aimed at causing significant damage, it could have inflicted considerable harm, but in that case, the opponent could have also dodged it.]

But the demonic dragon wasn't thinking about hurting it; it just wanted to touch it. The amount of damage was completely unimportant; it only cared about achieving the highest possible hit rate!

[In the end, the demonic dragon burned out its lifespan and died. The attack landed on it... only striking some of Kunpeng's feathers, charring their surfaces—not even qualifying as a superficial wound.]

The Kunpeng's bird-like face revealed an extremely ugly expression.

[Because any contact with it constitutes a fight, putting both sides in a "battle state." Since the demonic dragon perished in battle, it was naturally interpreted as the Kunpeng flapping its wings!]

[Killing an ally will directly reduce the corresponding Divine Light!]

[The Kunpeng's divine light was instantly cut off by more than ten zhang.]

"Good! Very good!"

Kunpeng was furious; it knew what had happened to it.

[They've run into a suicide squad.]

[Some members of other factions, due to the increasing frequency and decreasing efficiency of divine light transmission, had their leader bribe the demonic dragon through various means!]

[Let the demonic dragon kill those in that faction who have used divine light too many times, allowing the dragon to gain divine light without taking damage. Then, let it be "killed" by the Kunpeng, causing the Kunpeng to lose the corresponding amount of divine light without taking damage!]

[By making a deal that would give you +10 points, and by having some of your own people die while one of the enemy's spies dies, you successfully reduce the enemy leader's points by 1000.]

In the final moments of this great war, due to the excessive number of times each person transmitted their divine light, mutual slaughter was no longer the norm; the true norm was to make the opposing side "accidentally" kill their own people.

[Instead of improving your own score, make others lose points!]

"These methods are so underhanded, truly despicable and shameless."

[You watch this scene from high above: "Unlike me, I can get first place fair and square, and I've never bothered with using these underhanded tactics."]

"What right does someone who wins by cheating have to say that others fought tooth and nail to become the second best in the world?"

"Seriously, that must have felt amazing!"

"I wonder what their expressions will be like when they find the Wild Fruit in my hands three hours from now."

[In the sky, chaotic air currents have begun to converge.]

A vast, primordial energy condensed in the sky, vaguely forming a bluish-yellow, perfectly round sphere, resembling a pill. The surface of the pill was covered with wrinkles, appearing quite rough.

This is the Wild Fruit! The Wild Fruit is about to be born!

However, the Wild Fruit is currently in a virtual state; it can be seen but not touched.

Unless one comprehends the relevant principles, no matter how strong one is, one cannot forcibly seize it.

The great calamity has reached its final moment. The remaining dozen or so factions have ceased fighting. Unless they rush into one of their strongholds and engage in a death battle with the opposing leader, it will be too late.

However, the deathmatch between the leaders... is very illogical, because they are only faction leaders, not the strongest members of their factions.

[They only need to sit and watch from their base, waiting to receive the divine light. Taking action is pointless; their actual combat strength is only at the second or even third tier.]

Being the leader of a faction can only mean that he has made promises and paid a price to those in the same faction, or that he possesses extremely high personal charisma, or that his true form is a powerful True Immortal.

However, even some true immortals sometimes don't possess particularly high-level, naturally formed physical bodies, such as those at the thirtieth or seventieth level.

However, they brought in a group of subordinates they had specially trained, some of whom were at least two hundred levels of cultivation, or even higher.

[The opponents all cultivate similar systems, the kind that are extremely suitable for me. Although there is almost no hope of becoming an immortal, they can unleash extremely high combat power during the great calamity of heaven and earth.]

Previously, everyone had kept their divine light level a closely guarded secret to prevent exposure and subsequent relentless bombardment from the other parties.

Now, people are starting to report it.

[As a resounding roar echoed through the sky, the Wild Fruit was finally born.]

"I have little hope left," said the dark blue-green leader of the faction, who was over three meters tall and resembled a prehistoric wild man. "Eight thousand seven hundred feet of divine light."

"I am ten thousand and eighty-eight feet tall." The Kunpeng, its face black with rage, had suffered repeated betrayals on its final day, causing its divine light to plummet by over two hundred feet—a truly pitiful sight.

The savage's face immediately fell, but he was inwardly grinning maliciously. He was actually 10,700 zhang tall, but had deliberately given a lower number, thinking about the later embarrassing revelation.

"He pretended to be a pig and actually became one."

"I'm seventeen thousand feet tall." In the distance, a purple-furred catwoman chuckled, her body shimmering with azure divine light.

These words shocked everyone else.

[How could this cat possess such a high level of divine light?! She wasn't even among the last faction to fight to the end, how could she have collected so much divine light all by herself?!]

Many people shook their heads, thinking she was just trying to attract attention, especially some True Immortals who knew her. They even sent telepathic messages to inquire about the truth, only to receive replies from the catwoman with smug and boastful expressions.

"You're all a bunch of noobs!"

"We're just that powerful!"

"You bunch of grown men have worked so hard for so many years, and you're still no match for us!"

You look up at that catgirl from high above, and a slight chuckle escapes your lips.

Because you know, she's like the purest beer—it's pure malt.

After all, you are the buyer.

Yun Shou: "..."

The divine aura emanating from that opponent was largely obtained in exchange for your help!

Although the two sides do not belong to the same faction, you can randomly capture a Mech from the sky-blue faction, transfer a portion of your divine light to it, and then use it as currency.

[They specifically seek out those who desire the Wild Fruit to do business with, getting them to eliminate the Sky-Blue Mechanical Race in exchange for directly obtaining the divine light within.]

[—Continue writing strictly according to the following style, adding various vulgar jokes, forced and cheesy tropes, and boring rants and explanations, so that my handsome readers won't notice, and maintain my style.]

Yun Shou: "...After using AI, this simulator doesn't even have a self-check. It just uploads the prompts without checking them?"