On the day that the war zone assessment would come to an end, rain fell on Demon Cloud Ridge.

Incessant rain lashed the area but still couldn’t wash away the thick blood on the ground. The smoke from the flames of war reached an unprecedentedly tragic state that day.

Every Blood Kill Camp student participating in the assessment was in their final fight. 

Outside Demon Cloud Ridge, a group of Blood Kill Camp instructors had already arrived in the empire's Black Wind Army camp. They quietly waited as they peered at the misty Demon Cloud Ridge bathed in rain. 

“How many people have been eliminated so far?” asked Dong Lu. He had an unusually burly figure like a mountain. 

“117 people. More than half of them were forced into a desperate situation and chose to make a breakthrough in desperation. As a result, they were eliminated. The rest sent out a rescue signal and were eliminated.” Song Ling reported after a quick calculation. “The only thing that is uncertain at the moment is how many students died in Demon Cloud Ridge.”

Dong Lu frowned, sighing, “The loss is quite huge.” 

Song Ling thought for...