"That great battle back then? An opportunity to glimpse the ascension?"
As there were some new terms that Su Mo had never heard of before coming out of Connie's mouth, he was slightly confused.
The lion clan had thirty chances to enter the wasteland. Once, they had taken the risk and used close to 200 slots. Out of the twenty to thirty thousand people who had entered the wasteland, surprisingly, none of them had an individual strength rating of 3.
Out of all the foreign races on the entire wasteland, among those people who had entered the wasteland during the past thirty chances, less than ten thousand of them had achieved an individual strength rating of 3.
What did that mean?
It meant that the individual path to ascension using mystical abilities was a dead end!