Hunting a Demon Beast Pack, the Might of a Magical Artifact

Soon, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Ripples spread across the enormous water mirror, reflecting the hundred students below, poised and ready.

Quite a few had been wounded in the first round's melee. Though their injuries had been hastily bandaged, blood still seeped through, and their faces were pale.

Even so, no one backed down. They could only grit their teeth, swallow the bitterness and bloody taste filling their mouths, and force themselves to stand.

The path to becoming an Immortal Clerk was narrow; one step backward meant plunging into a bottomless abyss.

Judge Li's red-robed figure appeared in midair once more. His vast divine sense swept over the entire gathering like an invisible net, taking in every expression.

"The demon-hunting examination begins!"

Without another word, he swept his hand, and an irresistible teleportation force instantly enveloped everyone in the square.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A hundred beams of white light shot skyward and vanished into the enormous water mirror.

After a dizzying whirl, the view suddenly opened up.

It was a dark, sinister primeval forest, with towering ancient trees blotting out the sky overhead and soft earth piled with rotting leaves underfoot.

A faint, sickly-sweet scent hung in the air—the distinctive blend of miasma and blood unique to the Black Cloud Mountain Range.

The Projection Spirit Realm was remarkably lifelike. Even its oppressive atmosphere was no different from the outside world.

Ji Li opened his eyes, landing steadily on a thick tree trunk.

He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze cold and keen as a blade. There was no trace of dejection from his recent defeat in his eyes; instead, they held an even sharper edge than before.

"In this round, I can start eliminating the others."

Losing to Chu Bai had indeed dealt him a