The Rise of the Black Plain

Dozens of attacks heading towards Minos suddenly stopped after his large hourglass glowed brighter, spinning counterclockwise in the air.

The men in the group of enemies were shocked to see this, not believing that someone could have two such powerful abilities at the stand using them so masterfully.

"Nice try, but today's not your day!" Minos muttered as he used another of his Temporal Sands, this taffecting his own body while accelerating his movement speed.

Tpassed differently for him than it did for his opponents, with him moving like lightning across the battlefield.

He appeared behind an enemy defending another group of attackers and supporters of Minos' enemies. With a single blow, he pierced that creature's chest, dropping it mortally wounded as he moved towards another opponent.

Appearing behind one being trying to restrict his companions with a field skill capable of creating several troublesroots, Minos ripped out the spine of that being. By penetrating his right hand into its back, he closed his hand and pulled the bones of that structure out of the enemy's body.

Following this kill, he moved again, appearing in front of the enemy closest to seriously injuring one of his allies, punching that opponent in the jaw with a left jab.

The creature's skull exploded with Minos' punch, its brains flying in the opposite direction to Emperor Stuart's fist.

After these three kills in a row, Minos killed one more opponent, before his ability lost its effect, with the passage of tfor him returning to normal.

With four enemies down, 18 enemies had already died, when he finally targeted the 6 men at level 99, who had given up the fight and were trying to flee.

Killing these six would be easy. With a difference of three levels between them, Minos wouldn't even need to reach them. By punching the air with dominant force, a powerful gust of wind and energy would crush the bodies of the six fleeing competitors.

At this point in the battle, Minos' six allies began to make their strength count, with Forfex killing the first enemy among Minos' six allies.

With about half of the enemies dead, about a minute of combat, the remaining men saw how wrong they were to act against Minos today.

Perhaps if they had more allies, men with better powers and more seers, the outcwould have been different. But having already made the mistake of attacking this powerful group, they would fight for the next three minutes, trying what they could to defend and counterattack, even realizing they wouldn't have a promising future.

Before the fight was over, those still standing would feel the cultivation of Minos and his six allies returning to normal, a sign this group had tested them well today.

The act of coming close to winning was no different than losing.

Today, 51 more competitors fell on The Red Expanse!

...

As Minos' group finished the previous battle, the Celestial being behind the Millennium Massacre was watching everything from the Upper Realm, smiling as he saw the outcof the massacre in his pocket dimension.

Standing beside him, one of his subordinates couldn't resist making a comment about the significant number of casualties witnessed throughout the day.

"That competitor from Panvuter is interesting. If it weren't for him, at least 100 competitors would still be alive. He is directly responsible for at least 30% of the deaths in the Millennium Massacre so far. But I don't know if that's such a good thing. Would you want someone killing your heirs this early?"

With a smile on his face, the Celestial directed his gaze towards Minos. "I didn't expect him to be so brutal. But I like it. Perhaps because of him, my Millennium Massacre will be less bloody at the end of the thousand-year period, but that's okay. He understood its purpose well and that could liven things up for the next event."

"It seems you wish to test him." The subordinate said, seeing his master's interest in Minos.

"The next test will show whether he can becmy heir. His current performance is excellent, but in the next test I'll have others who are more favored than him." The Celestial being said as he looked at three other faces different from Minos', competitors who would benefit most from the conditions of the next selection event, scheduled to take place when the 100 winners from the Millennium Massacre reached level 115.

Thinking ahead, this Celestial being ignored the over 330 deaths of competitors that had occurred in just over 180 years, less than 20% of the exam, but over 30% of the competitors.

If it continued at this current rate, the last 400 years of the Millennium Massacre would see no action, since the 100 places for the next test would already be guaranteed.

...

Minos and his companions did not know what the Celestial being behind the inheritance they were vying for had in mind, having just finished the previous fight.

They were all tired, back to their normal cultivations, as they breathed a sigh of relief beside the corpses of their many opponents.

Minos looked at this group and ordered. "Collect the space storage items from the corpses. I'll give you two storage items and two corpses of your choice. I'll keep everything else."

This was only natural, since Minos was the leader of the group and the main fighter. Those six individuals having the chance to choose from whom they would take the storage items and corpses was already very good for them.

The six aliens did what they had to do, handing Minos 39 space storage items and 39 corpses.

They didn't leave immediately after all this killing. The group split in two, with Minos and two others starting to cultivate, while the others stood guard.

Fortunately, cultivation in The Red Expanse was fast, when it was for one to recover. In less than an hour there, they would all be ready to continue north, their previous destination.