Time flew like an arrow; the sun and moon sped by like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, five days passed in an instant.
Over those five days, every one of Phantom Fire Fluorescent's group underwent unimaginable hellish training.
Just how hellish was it...? On average, each of them had "died" at least twice over those five days.
Congratulations. Coca-Cola.
Of course, such brutal effort brought equally enormous gains. Not only had they successfully taken their first steps into the microcosm, but their overall strength had also risen by a remarkably substantial level compared to five days ago.
In Fallen Into Water's words, if his current self fought the self from five days ago, the one who died would definitely be his past self.
He felt rather emotional about it.
If possible, he hoped the special training period could be extended for another five days... Then, after saying that, he was jointly beaten up by the four black-faced members of Phantom Fire Fluorescent's group.
"If you don't know how to talk, then don't."
Withdrawing his hand, Phantom Fire Fluorescent huffed and sat back down.
"What you just did was like that eager classmate back in school who deliberately raised their hand to remind the teacher that they hadn't assigned homework. No, it was even worse."
While he admitted that the special training had been highly effective, it was not something just anyone could endure. No matter how badly injured they were, they could be healed, and even if they died, that Yin Emperor could revive them—but the pain and memories of death were all utterly real, without the slightest discount.
When Yay smilingly announced that the special training was over, leaving aside the others, at least in his heart, he felt a tearful sense of having survived a