The speaker was a vicious ghost, his figure flickering in and out of sight. He launched a sneak attack on an examinee, suddenly appearing behind him and stabbing forward with the short sword in his hand.
Caught off guard, the examinee was struck by the short sword and suffered severe injuries, coughing up blood as blood gushed from his wound. He hurriedly broke free from the ghost's entanglement, switched from offense to defense, and retreated to his companions' side.
Although the examinee had not been killed, he was gravely wounded and had nearly met his end.
Under the criminals' encirclement, the examinees' formation continued to shrink.
As one side weakened and the other grew stronger, the criminals' assault became increasingly ferocious. They seemed eager to swallow the examinees before them alive, one by one.
Fan Lang checked the system's progress bar once more. Only ten percent remained before the restart. Hope was close at hand.
"Everyone, hold the line! Hang on a little longer, and I'll recover!" Fan Lang shouted.
"Easy for you to say! There are so many Demons and Monsters, and every single one of them is so strong. How are we supposed to hold out?" an examinee complained bitterly.
Everyone resisted with difficulty and suffered injury after injury. It felt as though their defenses could collapse at any moment; holding out for even one more second was difficult.
Unable to break through for so long, the criminals became even more irritable. They suddenly launched a frenzied assault, further compressing Fan Lang and the others' defensive perimeter.
Several criminals attacked Bai Yun, injuring her wings. Red blood and white feathers formed a stark contrast as they scattered through the air.
Bai Yun could barely protect herself, yet she still did her utmost to shield Fan Lang, blocking several