An hour passed.
Originally, there were over one million family disciples registered for the examination on the Death Plain, but half of them had disappeared! In just one hour!
All corners of the Death Plain were an extreme scene of carnage, filled with screams, shouts, and even the indignant roars of those on the verge of death.
The ground became even bloodier.
Sticky and red.
Demon beasts continued to spill out from the space gate above the Blood River, more and more.
The elders of the Barbarian God Sect, who were overseeing the situation, watched the brutal scene below with indifferent expressions.
After slapping away a demon beast that pounced towards him, Huang Xiaolong shook his head as he watched the family disciples around him fall one by one. Whether it was the Lower Realm or the Divine World, it was the same—survival of the fittest.
Anywhere, only with overwhelming strength can one live on.
Two hours passed.
