Within one of the mysteriously shrouded patches of fog, the green sword qi swirled ominously.
Beneath this veil of deadly energy, two figures lingered—Mei Ziyan and Wen Qiliu, disciples of the Yin Lord Sect, who had been watching the recruits with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.
They had hoped to see weakness, to revel in the eventual collapse of the team that dared to face such trials, but the recruits had proved themselves far more resilient than expected.
"What's so impressive about these new recruits?" Mei Ziyan scoffed, her voice laced with contempt.
"They've even got an Origin Core Realm among them. What could this team of rats possibly bring to the table? Hmph!" She sneered, clearly unimpressed by their performance so far.
Wen Qiliu, on the other hand, was more observant.
"Well, they've managed to overcome the first and second waves," he remarked with a mocking smile. "You could barely even survive the first."
