As all the cultivators are stuck in the rooms. A voice talks to all of them telepathically. It says you are divided into 2 teams. Team A has over 20000 cultivators and team B only has 6.
The voice was like a whisper in their minds, echoing in the stillness of the room. At first, the cultivators were taken aback, but as the voice spoke, a sense of unease began to spread among them.
"Team A, you have been tasked with hunting down Team B," the voice said, a hint of amusement in its tone. "And Team B, your goal is simple. You must survive until the end of this game. The rules are simple, use your powers to defend yourself, but do not kill."
Thale's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He was part of the small group of six, and the rest of the cultivators were hunting them. He looked around at his five companions, each one with their own unique abilities and strengths. They were going to need to work together if they were going to survive this game.
