"As the name suggests, the Purgatory Illusion is akin to entering a world that resembles purgatory! You ninety-four will enter, and only fifty will come out alive, earning the right to participate in the second round."
As everyone gasped in dread at the mention of 'Purgatory Illusion,' Yael Zafar opened his mouth again, laying out the rules of the first round of the 'Martial Meeting of Ten Dynasties.'
Of the ninety-four entrants, only fifty could survive?
Suddenly, many of the young people couldn't help but blanch.
Wasn't this essentially a death sentence for forty-four of them?
Prospective talents from the bottom of their respective dynasties paled, momentarily regretting their decision to participate in the Martial Meeting.
"Vice...Vice Castle Master, may we abstain?"
Soon enough, a trembling voice asked the question.
As a bottom-tier talent in his home dynasty, he was certain that he had a high probability of death once he entered the 'Purgatory Illusion.'
