Doya looked at her companions with despair. The remaining five were all injured, and their supplies had almost run out. Two of the Human Race examinees had lost a hand, losing more than half of their combat power, and two others had just been pulled back from the brink of death, now in a weakened state. To last for six hours was out of the question—for with their current condition, it would only take two or three Alien Clan examinees to annihilate them entirely.
"Those Alien Clans are all distracted by the golden side quest; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to get away..." one of the Human Race examinees took out a potion, hesitated for a moment, and then put it back. It was his last Blood Replenishing Elixir; he had to save it for a more critical moment.
"Doya, have you made contact with Song Jian? What did he say?" another one, missing a palm, asked.
"I shared the golden side quest with him, but he didn't say anything..." Doya shook her head as she spoke.
