It had taken the You Zui Hunter Team nineteen minutes and thirty-six seconds to deal with the ghouls' twelfth wave of attacks.
When the yellow dust rose again and the "black throats" beneath the gravestones spewed out the thirteenth wave—more than four thousand ghouls—only thirteen minutes remained before tonight's selection trial ended.
The You Zui Hunter Team looked to be on the verge of victory.
But no one felt excited.
Everyone was already utterly exhausted. The dizziness brought on by their depleted magic made Zheng Qing feel as though everything around him was swaying. The fresh magic surging through him after he gulped down Magic Potion during their brief rest seemed not to belong to him. It barely moistened his parched spirit before, drawn along by the spell formations, it cheered and leaped for joy, then rushed out again.
As quickly as it had entered.
The magic patted its backside, leaving not even a puff of dust behind, only an even more exhausted body and an even more numb mouth.
The small position constructed by the You Zui Hunter Team was like a reef amid a raging black tide, or a storm lantern in a violent storm, weak yet stubbornly nailed to the edge of the hunting grounds. It seemed as though it would be swallowed by the waves of ghouls rushing forward one after another in the very next second.
But that next second lasted for a long time, one second after another.
Twelve minutes.
Eleven minutes.
Ten minutes.
Nine minutes.
Without warning, the black tide suddenly receded.
The young hunters of the You Zui Hunter Team had no time to investigate whether the ghouls were plotting something new. They merely seized the moment, counting down the seconds while using trembling hands to help Xiao Xiao prepare fresh Magic