Song Yuming was the most restless and impatient of them all. As soon as the gongs and drums sounded, panic quickly appeared on his face.
After the panic, anger appeared on his face.
After only six breaths, he could no longer stand still and began turning urgently inside his circle, seemingly trying to find the footsteps.
But the more anxious he became, the harder it was for him to hear those faint footsteps.
The gongs and drums grew louder and more chaotic.
Song Yuming turned more than a dozen times inside his circle but still could not find the footsteps. In a fit of anger, he tore off the black cloth covering his eyes.
He was just about to yell at the two men from the Demon Hunting Camp playing the gong and drum when Ye Xicheng suddenly spoke. "Song Yuming is eliminated!"
Resentment appeared on Song Yuming's face. He gave a heavy snort and withdrew from the selection, his face full of resentment and anger.
Song Yuan turned his head slightly and glanced at Ye Xicheng, anger flashing through his eyes.
About half an incense stick's worth of time passed before another person, unable to hear the footsteps, withdrew from the selection. It was Xu Yun.
Now only three people remained in the field: Chen Shi'an, Yun Feng, and Zhu Neng.
Seeing that Zhu Neng had actually managed to hold on this long, both the officers and soldiers of the Demon Hunting Camp and Windrise Stronghold's senior figures on the Reviewing Platform looked surprised.
Zhu Neng was unremarkable in appearance and a man of few words. Since joining the Demon Hunting Camp, he had scarcely made his presence felt.
Xiang Chuxiong frowned slightly and looked at Ye Xicheng.
Ye Xicheng immediately turned toward the two men from the Demon