During the tense, fierce trial, every flickering point of light on the enormous light screen at the entrance to Trial Island No. 2 tugged tightly at everyone's hearts.
In just these few days, more than four hundred points of light on the screen had gone out, one after another.
Meanwhile, batch after batch of cultivators were teleported out in succession.
Most of these cultivators wore expressions filled with frustration and resentment.
The vast majority were cultivators at the sixth and seventh layers of Qi Refining.
They looked utterly bedraggled. Some wore ragged clothes, as though they had just crawled out of a heap of corpses.
Others were covered in bloodstains and in a wretched state, having clearly endured bitter fighting on the island.
A cultivator at the seventh layer of Qi Refining wore a helpless expression. He heaved a heavy sigh and said:
"Alas, this trial was perilous beyond measure. We simply weren't strong enough."
As he spoke, he unconsciously covered a wound on his body that was still throbbing faintly.
Blood slowly seeped out, staining his shabby clothes red and making him look utterly miserable.
Another cultivator looked equally dejected and nodded repeatedly in agreement:
"Yes. I thought I could distinguish myself in the trial, but I never imagined even the first stage would be so difficult.
Those demon beasts were far stronger than I imagined. We simply couldn't hold them off. Without the Teleportation Command Tokens, we would certainly have died there."
As Qing Chen witnessed this scene, his expression instantly darkened, and he suddenly shouted:
"Where are the managers? Tally every disciple's points for demon beast materials immediately! Send anyone who falls below the passing mark straight back to the Sect!"
His voice left everyone's ears ringing.
With that, he turned without hesitation and walked toward the