The first hour passed.

The over a hundred thousand people participating in this disciple recruitment test had been reduced to half! In but a short hour!

Tragic screams resounded from all around the Prairie of Death, occasionally interjected by intermittent cries for help, even the heart-wrenching roars of those unwilling to die.

The soil beneath their feet had turned bright red now, becoming sticky and squishy, yet the horde of demonic beasts was still rushing in endlessly through the space gates, their numbers increasing by the second.

The several Elders in charge of the assessment watched the carnage below indifferently.

Huang Xiaolong surveyed his surrounding after his palm struck another demonic beast that was pouncing toward him, shaking his head at the miserable state of the surrounding cultivators. Whether it was in the Divine World or in the lower realm, the weak were fated to become prey to the...