Near noon.
Above the sky, five square boats slowly descended.
On the square boats, several elders and some outer sect disciples descended from the vessels.
Among the elders was the white-haired old man who had previously transported everyone to the deserted island.
He was also the chief examiner for this second stage of the assessment, the beast hunting assessment.
He jumped down from the square boat and frowned upon seeing the crowd that had gathered around.
Now, the crowd seemed to have around a hundred people, not even reaching two hundred.
Keep in mind that initially, there were exactly five hundred people delivered to this deserted island, not one more, not one less. Yet now, only so few remained.
Although it was common for some martial artists to lack strength and die at the claws of beasts during the annual hunting assessment,
there should be at least three hundred or more who could survive. The current number of just over a hundred was simply unbelievable to him.
