"Alright!" the elites of the Lin Clan all sighed. Many of them took their seats with long faces. All they could do was wait and see. They had no way of deciding which disciples lived and which died.

"We should be mentally prepared. The rex mundi said that these ancient ruins have only made one set of rules known: kill your enemy to survive. There’s also something like a formation that seems to be raising bugs of a sort. There’s a chance that those that defeat their opponents might not necessarily get to return, either."

If all of them were to die out, it would be something the Swordgod Lin Clan could absolutely not accept. They had been...