The spring night's breeze was not considered chilly.
However, on this particular night, for all the students participating in the trials, it was as if a cold, venomous snake had crawled up their spines and slithered its forked tongue by their ears.
Fear—had long since pierced their skin, penetrating their internal organs!
Coldness—had long seeped in from the top of their heads, making them feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar!
What exactly was going on?!
Could someone tell them what was going on?!
Beheaded, severed at the waist, bodies rotting, skulls shattered…
The eyes of their owners, yet to be shut in death, still held lingering shades of despair that couldn't be erased.
Ye Hanjun rushed through and within less than a minute, he had already seen the bodies of seven students.
Every time he saw such a sight, he would slow down his pace a bit, lingering for three to five seconds each time.
