While the members of the Demon-Slaying Legion were undergoing trials of life and death in Death Forest,
Ling Zhan had already returned to Ether City, filled out his report, and submitted another application to the Holy Academy Council to run dungeons.
Naturally, he could not keep watching over the members of the Demon-Slaying Legion forever.
They were already adults, and they had all become part of the Demon-Slaying Legion.
They were not children who had yet to be weaned.
So Ling Zhan had no reason whatsoever to protect them.
If they could not even survive in Death Forest, then they should forget about making a living on the Ten Thousand Demons Battlefield.
It was said that,
because the Demon-Slaying Legion had long lacked the leadership of a chief instructor, even after reaching the front lines, they had only fought a few minor campaigns.
Or, under the protection of the four generals, they had merely scoured the battlefield for isolated stragglers.
This was something Ling Zhan had never expected.
The main reason was that the Holy Academy Council—that is, the officials of every nation—had been overly protective of the Demon-Slaying Legion.
After all, the members here were all chosen from ten thousand. If even one died, it would be no small loss.
Naturally, Ling Zhan strongly disagreed with the original plan for managing the Demon-Slaying Legion.
Granted,
this was a group of exceptionally promising talents.
Being able to reach this level at their age proved that their combat abilities in dungeons were absolutely not weak.
But precisely because of that, Ling Zhan believed that the more this was the case, the more they needed trials of life and death.
Even if they were lions and tigers, if they were kept captive year after year, undergoing nothing more than harmless training and