On the island.
As time slowly passed, the sun overhead had now transformed into nine suns.
One had already sunk below the ground.
As the sun sank, the nine suns hung in the sky, the temperature slightly dropping, yet still extremely high.
But the trialists who could reach the second round were almost all grandmaster-level warriors.
For such strong individuals, this extreme environment would only cause slight discomfort and not substantial harm.
"Three days and nights alternated!" Jiang Ning looked up at the sky, speaking silently to himself.
Then, he looked into the distance.
Under the rules of the pocket world, he could vaguely sense the positions of those people and also feel that quite a few had been eliminated.
...
On the other side.
"You monk, you're quite formidable!!" The second senior brother beside Wang Yuan looked at Jin Chan, who was being attacked by the sword array, and praised.
