Beiyuan Province, the Legion's defensive line.
Dressed in military uniform, Master Leng strolled through the barracks, looking at the camp before him.
Calling it a camp was not entirely accurate.
It was an enormous corridor. Through the one-way glass along it, one could see what was happening inside.
It somewhat resembled a special classroom.
Inside, however, everything was pitch-black and utterly quiet.
Nearly a hundred people were in that dark room.
Their vision had all been sealed.
Beside each of them stood their pets.
Within the oppressive, deathly silence of the darkness, phantom figures flashed from time to time.
Every flashing phantom swept past everyone inside like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Some managed to block them; others immediately "met an untimely death."
This was a very specialized exercise for operating in dark environments.
It was also one of the most important exercises for the Special Beast Tamer Corps required for the Heavenly Tomb.
The only certainty within the Heavenly Tomb was absolute darkness.
Having to face potentially endless undead pets within such darkness exerted unimaginable pressure.
This training room provided specialized training for Beast Tamers and their pets.
Finally, the darkness slowly faded, and everyone's vision was restored. Some had fallen, while others remained standing.
"How many times have I told you? In the darkness, the only one you can trust is yourself! Combine your Mental Strength with your pets, then perceive through your souls. Don't trust anyone! Look at yourselves. The density of fierce beasts here isn't even a tenth of an Undead Soul Beast Tide's, yet after holding out for just one hour, a full third of you went down.
"What kind of damned elites are you? What kind of damned ace-soldier Beast Tamers? Let me tell you, the Special Beast Tamer Corps doesn't need you to have