"I would've rebuked you if it was a day ago, but I can't. I believe what you said might be true. The chief have really been killed," a lower-stage elderly matriarch said as she watched the massacre occurring on the battle spot.
Despite not selected to battle amongst themselves, the non-cultivators above the age of nineteen all felt horrified at their destiny in the future.
"We can't even fight to become a warrior, neither can we die in battle and be free from whatever fate we might encounter in the future," a lower-stage middle aged man muttered as he watched the massacre a few meters in front of him.
Teenagers between the ages of seventeen to nineteen are grouped together and given cold weapons to kill themselves, leaving only one of them to remain alive at the end of it.
Girls of twelve to fourteen scratched and bit at each other until only one of them is left standing; covered in blood and pieces of flesh on her nails and face.
