Since Instructor Zhao had reminded and warned them again and again, the students in military training weren't surprised by the foreign enemy's arrival.
The source of the disturbance was almost certainly those so-called Sword Slaves.
One student immediately took hold of a Spirit Energy Lamp and shone it toward the source of the sound.
Then many of the students sucked in a sharp breath, losing their composure.
There was no other reason. The scene before them was simply too bizarre.
A crowd of humanoid creatures had gathered at some point and silently crept within a thousand meters of the camp. At a glance, there were at least three hundred of them.
They were tall and thin, like three hundred lanky tombstones standing in dead silence upon the ground.
Even without looking at their faces, their gaunt, ghostlike posture alone was enough to give plenty of people nightmares.
There was no doubt about it. These humanoid creatures were Sword Slaves.
Their appearance made the students physically ill.
Their bodies were emaciated, and their features were grotesquely twisted, as if they had suffered unimaginable terror and despair in life.
Rusty blades protruded through their bodies, like cold bone spikes. It was hard even to imagine touching them.
Facing off against monsters like these, the students were already at a disadvantage before the fighting had even begun.
Instructor Zhao saw the students' flagging morale and the faint stirrings of panic, but he did nothing.
He simply recorded each student's performance with machine-like detachment.
While most of the students were still at a loss, the Sword Slaves made the first move.
Though they had stood as silent as tombstones, once they moved, they were as swift as lightning!
None of the Sword Slaves ran on their legs. They kicked off hard from the ground