After two days of rest, everyone was back to looking full of energy, though most of them were in low spirits.
They knew the losers would be left in the dust, and that elimination awaited them.
They were only standing here to play second fiddle to the stars, one of many in a vast sea of candidates.
Xu Fang stood among the crowd, expressionless, his thoughts impossible to read.
He held the purple bead in his hand. It felt cool to the touch and seemed to call to him faintly, like a devil tempting Pandora.
The Demon Slaying Squad...
There was no denying that Lin Jiaming was a skilled persuader. If he'd been born in Myanmar, he'd probably have broken through the Customer Service Realm by now and reached the terrifying Industrial Park Manager Realm!
Xu Fang would have been lying if he said he wasn't curious about this completely unknown plane.
But he valued his life more.
He wasn't like Mo Fan, the former top student who'd given up on everything. Ever since he'd first crossed over, studying the history of magic had been part of his daily routine.
Xu Fang knew that the first people to enter the Summoning Plane had all become fools with missing souls.
And there was no need to mention those who entered the Dark Plane... Everyone knew how that went.
How could Xu Fang know whether this purple-red bead would open the door to a treasure trove or a slaughterhouse?
Some people nearby tried to strike up a conversation with him, the first-place finisher, but when they saw his grave expression, none of them spoke up.
Before long, several instructors approached with the sound of footsteps.
Xu Fang noticed Lin Jiaming among them. He wasn't the least bit excited like he'd been the