In the spacious indoor training ground, more than six hundred recruits lay neatly arranged on the floor.
Several instructors standing around the training ground exchanged glances, nodded, then walked over to each sleeping recruit and kicked them in the ass, jolting them awake.
"Wake up!"
"Still sleeping? The sun's already shining on your ass!"
"Get up, all of you! Where do you think this is, a nursing home?"
"..."
Amid the instructors' shouts, the six hundred-plus recruits lying there gradually woke up. They sat up with blank expressions, looked around, and fell into a daze...
Who am I? Where am I? How did I get here?
Hadn't the Ancient God Church invaded? Hadn't all the instructors died? Wasn't Great Xia about to fall?!
What was going on?
Within the crowd, the unconscious Ding Chongfeng was likewise kicked awake by an instructor. He remained frozen in place for a full ten seconds before his brain finally started working again.
The Ancient God Church invaded, the instructors were wiped out, the discussion in the auditorium, the final battle with the enemy... and then Brother Shen put on the Fox Mask?!
Ding Chongfeng recalled the scene he had vaguely seen before passing out, then turned to look at the lively, perfectly healthy instructors around him. As if he had figured something out, his mouth fell open uncontrollably...
Damn it, they'd been played!!
Indoor training ground, second floor.
Yuan Gang and the others watched the recruits below gradually wake up and let out long sighs of relief.
"Though there were some unexpected developments, thankfully none of the recruits were injured or killed. That's a blessing amid misfortune."
"Instructor Yuan." Beside him, An Qingyu carried the Black Coffin on his back and spoke calmly. "Although you are the chief instructor of this Training Camp