"Welcome, everyone, to the Shadow Sect Outer Disciple selection grounds. The preliminary round will be conducted as actual combat duels."
With those words said.
He simply flicked his sleeve.
Rumble—!
The ground trembled.
Next, sky-piercing stone pillars shot upward one after another, some tall, some short, their surfaces covered in complex runes.
Fu Changsheng carefully counted.
He found there were a total of ninety stone pillars, while the people in yellow masks on the Daoist Field numbered more than four hundred and fifty.
If they were to fight over these pillars—
Wouldn't that mean nearly eighty percent of them would be eliminated!
Fu Changsheng inconspicuously edged toward a stone pillar at the very rim.
At this moment, the old man's rasping, eagle-like voice sounded again:
"When one stick of incense has burned, whoever is still standing on a pillar advances. Each pillar can hold only one person."
As expected!
