Seeing the incoming group of people, Emery and the others couldn't believe their eyes. The people in that group were all elite acolytes and there were 10 of them. Looking at the weapons in their hands, the same thought ran through everyone's mind. Did Ronan and the others get defeated?
Seeing the pure shock on Emery and the others' face, a bald young man with a striking red mark on his forehead flashed a smirk, "This is the end of you, regular class rookies. It's time to get out of the game."
Emery, Julian and the others swiftly rose up brandishing their weapons. Meanwhile, Chumo sneakily approached Emery from behind and whispered, "Should we run or should we fight?"
Facing this important question, Emery quickly re-checked the symbol in his hand.
[Regular acolytes: 78/320]
[Elite acolytes: 23/50]
In the last two hours since Emery, from the previous 150 acolytes, there were now only 101 still remaining in the game.
