"Right now I am going to count down from ten. As soon as I finish counting down, that is when your life of hell will begin." Satan lightly stuck up a finger and said, "Ten…"
"Nine…"
"Eight…"
"Seven…"
Satan's voice was very flat and relaxed, but when the recruits heard his voice, it sounded like an enormous war drum of ancient times. It shook them to their cores.
Ten seconds. It was an extremely short ten seconds.
From the perspective of these recruits. It was as if these ten seconds were as endless as a century.
When the final digit was spoken, there were finally two recruits of the defeated group who jumped forth. Of them, one of them was shockingly the recruit who had been sent flying by a kick from the female soldier.
His forehead was full of sweat, and his hand still covered the spot where he was kicked. Clearly, the kick had not just simply sent him flying: it had truly injured his body.
