Judging all the conflicts and resolving all the disputes took Tom only an hour. It was an activity extremely taxing on his mental state but not so much on his schedule or physical endurance.
In the end, even the strongest of the leaders of the auxiliary teams were only about seventy level, and even that only thanks to a support power awakened by one of the members of his team at the tenth level.
Still, the rise of one's strength grew in pace with the rise of one's level. And while Tom could still have some trouble fighting those people back when he was at level eighty, now that his level was over one hundred with the boost from the golden stones, everyone in the family was as good as ants for him.
Ding, ding, ding.
Roughly three hours after Tom's group finally reached the sixtieth floor, the alarm clock set on his phone finally rang.