"I want you to form a team of 10 people, and you will enter the Second Ring of the Deep Sea Forest. The deadline is three days, and we will rank you according to the total value of the resources you have collected."
Looking at this batch of the Federation's most outstanding soldiers, Ning Yiyuan's gaze was resolute, and his words were firm and forceful. Even though he was dressed in casual clothes, the imposing manner of a soldier was unmistakable. "I expect only the best performance, do you understand?"
"Understood!" The group of people said in unison, and one could hear the excitement and worship from their words. One had to know that the man standing in front of them was the youngest Marshal of the Federation in hundreds of years.
