On the 13th of February, at the end of the world's path.
A large crowd of ragged post-heaven martial artists, and a small handful of individuals in the Innate state, emerged from the luminescent bodies within this vast square.
Their faces were filled with relief as if they had survived a catastrophe, some people couldn't even help but laugh out loud.
"Seven conscript tasks, I finally made it through! Haha!"
"My sins have been cleansed, no need to live in fear anymore!"
"I survived four times, it wasn't easy."
"To have survived a great catastrophe, there must be a great fortune waiting!"
"..."
Listening to the excited cries around him, Shen Zhui was also filled with emotions.
The last Conscript Task, completed.
He could finally leave the penal battalion!
In the penal battalion, even if one killed many enemies, they would not gain any Military Merits, and danger lurked everywhere. Just a slight moment of negligence could lead to life-threatening danger.
