After Punishment Sword sent off that Flying Sword, everything seemed to settle back into calm.
Only the soul-linked tracking disks in the three men's hands… every now and then, a few stars would wink out.
At first, over those first few days, the stars were going dark at a terrifying pace.
Only when the three Sects each had just a few dozen disciples left did the rate at which the stars vanished finally slow down.
"The ones left now are the elite of our Three Star Luo Sects."
The more Huang Xiu said that, the more worried the three of them became.
Why?
Because there was still half a month until Blood Sword Island opened… and after that half month, who knew how many would still be alive?
As expected, when there was only the last day left…
Each of the three Sects had fewer than ten disciples remaining.
'At this rate, the Cloud Rain Sect will probably have fewer than five disciples walk out of there alive.'
