Ninth-Tier Beast Emperor Attack?

He stopped dwelling on it. With a slight movement of the Dragon Roaming Step beneath his feet, he nimbly weaved through the crowd and quickly reached the central plaza.

More than two hundred people had already gathered in the plaza, and even more were continuously arriving from all directions.

Everyone looked grave as they whispered among themselves. The atmosphere was oppressive and tense. The instructors had all arrived as well, standing solemnly at the very front.

Lin Ming swept his gaze over the crowd and spotted Su Yunwan. She stood with several trainees she knew, her face slightly pale.

He also saw Lin Ya. He stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes sinister as he pondered something unknown. Martial Madman Situ Kuang and Ice Demon Leng Ningshuang were not at the front of the crowd, seemingly not yet arrived.

Before long, nearly all three hundred trainees of the Special Training Camp had assembled, apart from the very few who were out on missions or had reached a critical point in seclusion.

The plaza was packed with people, yet it was unusually quiet. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the raised platform at the front.

A fiery-red figure appeared atop the platform as if she had teleported. It was President Shangguan Lan.

Unlike the calm authority she had displayed yesterday, Shangguan Lan now looked exceptionally grim. An unshakable gloom hung over her brow, and there was even obvious exhaustion and a trace of... grief?

Her eyes, which seemed to burn with flames, were bloodshot as well.

"Silence!"

Shangguan Lan's voice was like ice, carrying a heavy pressure that instantly suppressed every faint murmur in the plaza.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts in their throats. With the President looking like this, the matter was likely even more serious than they