The hordes of beast waves from five days ago had offered a sneak peek of the true horrors of the Dying Zone. The cruel battle had shown everyone just how dangerous this new world was. Those who were cocky, who typically flaunted their identity and status to get through life, were deeply regretting their decision to come here. They understood that for this upcoming training, they had no one to rely on but themselves. No one was going to help them, nor take revenge on their behalf.
Nearly twenty thousand rookies had suffered heavy casualties, and every single person, without exception, were injured. In these past few days, they were mostly hiding somewhere to recuperate, playing a ghastly game of peekaboo with the beast wave.
At this point, the spirit demons gradually returned to the
