After joining Ninth Squad, Zhou Heng moved out of his original barracks. Promoted from recruit to veteran, he took up residence in Ninth Squad's quarters.
Ninth Squad had only thirty-eight members; with the newly arrived Zhou Heng, there were just thirty-nine.
Yet every one of those thirty-eight was a hardened elite. In terms of individual strength alone, Ninth Squad was the strongest in the entire barracks. The reason it was Ninth Squad rather than First, Second, Third, or Fourth Squad was that every squad formed before it had been utterly wiped out.
Ninth Squad was, in fact, the earliest-numbered surviving squad!
It was an honor, but the death rate was far too high, and the requirements for joining were equally demanding.
A squad's full complement was one hundred men, but only at its formation did it ever reach that number. After a few battles, fewer than fifty remained. Though new members kept joining, the total had continued to decline.
But those who survived were all elites, each capable of facing a hundred enemies alone!
For a newcomer to enter Ninth Squad directly would ordinarily invite criticism, but once people learned of Zhou Heng's record, no one could raise an objection!
His Spiritual Power had yet to enter the Comet Realm?
Was that even a problem?
On the battlefield, only strength mattered. Who cared what realm you were in? Even if you were a Saint, if you could not kill enemies, you were still trash!
Zhou Heng had already proven through his strength that he was qualified to join Ninth Squad!
As for the bead called a Shadow Core, it was a specialty of shadow undead. It contained the Dao of Death!
The Dao of Death was the hardest to comprehend, for it stood utterly at odds with all living beings.