Zhou Heng set aside his myriad idle thoughts, got his bearings, and headed north.
A red sun hung in the sky, but its color was somewhat dimmer than before, unlike the blazing scarlet sun he had seen earlier. Perhaps the air here was murkier, affecting visibility—or perhaps there was another reason.
He looked at the recruitment plaque in his hand. One side bore his registration number, while the other flashed with a glaring "Zero." This was clearly his kill score.
For this recruitment, the academy would only admit the top ten thousand scorers. This was not merely a test of strength; luck mattered greatly as well.
If one was unlucky and randomly transported to some remote corner, they might not even encounter a demonic beast if they went looking for death. What then?
Zhou Heng dared not waste time. He immediately broke into a stride and marched forward.
The gravity here was still absurdly powerful. He could not take to the air, and his speed was naturally greatly restricted. By his estimate, his current speed was equivalent to when he had still been in the Mountain and River Realm in the Mortal World.
But in this unfamiliar place, speed was not the key. The key was whether he could encounter demonic beasts and earn points!
Zhou Heng's luck was not bad. Less than half a day later, he arrived beside a small stream, where a herd of pitch-black savage bulls was drinking. Their hides seemed forged from iron, reflecting a ghostly metallic sheen beneath the sunlight. A row of gleaming, razor-sharp blades grew along their spines, making them look utterly terrifying.
All the examinees who had entered this place were Bright Immortals, though their number of divine forms varied greatly. Therefore, the demonic beasts here could not possibly be too