On the assembly square.

  Rows of warriors marched past, exuding a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.

  Their movements were synchronized, yet their pace was incredibly fast. In just a few minutes, they all emerged from the portal.

  Following behind the warriors were the battle generals.

  Dressed in officer uniforms, each battle general had a number on their shoulder, representing their rank, and medals on their chest recording their unit and past achievements.

  As soon as they stepped out of the portal, they immediately found their subordinates, gathered and organized them. The once massive formation of warriors was instantly divided into dozens of smaller phalanxes with precision.

  Compared to the warriors, the number of battle generals was much fewer.

  In just 30 seconds, all the battle generals had exited the portal and reorganized their troops, executing the operation smoothly without a pause.

  After the battle generals came the battle kings.

  Boom—

  A giant over two meters tall emerged from the portal, carrying three heads on his shoulder.

  Two of the heads belonged to abyssal creatures, their faces covered in blood, eyes wide open in death, carried on the giant's shoulder.

  As soon as he appeared, all the warrior phalanxes erupted in cheers.

  The giant strode forward, each step causing the square to tremble slightly.

  In just a few strides, the giant reached the central monument and slammed the two heads onto the ground.

  The giant roared, his voice like rolling thunder,

  "Slain two deputy legion commanders of the Fourth Demon God's Frenzy Legion, two demon heads, as a tribute to our ancestors!"

  Hearing this, Ye Bai and the others watching were shocked, their pupils contracting.

  Deputy legion commanders, at least Battle King-level powerhouses!

  And they were... just slain like that?

  The giant's words instantly ignited the warriors' enthusiasm, erupting in earth-shattering cheers once more.

  "Wind! Wind! Wind!"

  After throwing down the heads, the giant stepped aside.

  Behind him, a valiant and cold-faced female battle king stepped out of the teleportation array, holding a lantern.

  Inside the lantern, three weak flames flickered, as if a gust of wind could extinguish them.

  The female battle king tossed the lantern beside the demon heads, her voice cold,

  "Slain three deputy legion commanders of the Fourth Demon God's Wrath Legion, three demon souls, as a tribute to our ancestors!"

  Not only did she slay three battle kings, but she also extracted the enemies' souls, trapping them in the lantern, slowly simmering....

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  Once again, the formation roared wildly.

  "Wind! Wind! Wind!"

  After the two battle kings stepped out, a majestic figure appeared in front of the portal.

  His armor was shattered, hanging in tatters on his body like a broken fishing net with metal pieces.

  A helmet obscured his face, making it hard to see clearly, and he held a broken blade in his hand.

  As this majestic figure stepped out of the portal, it instantly closed, severing the connection to the Abyssal Plane.

  Under everyone's gaze, the majestic figure walked slowly to the monument.

  Wherever he went, students gasped in unison.

  "Hiss—"

  "What?!"

  The wounds on the back of this majestic figure were particularly severe, flesh and blood mangled, with even demonic energy seeping out!

  It was hard to imagine what kind of terrifying battle he had experienced!

  Standing before the monument, the man bent slightly, each movement seeming to exhaust all his strength, pulling at his wounds.

  He placed down a small section of an arm.

  "Fought the legion commander of the Fourth Demon God's Wrath Legion, severed one rotten hand, as a tribute to our ancestors!"

  Legion commander!

  Although they were mentally prepared, hearing these three words, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

  That was a War God-level existence!

  To have faced such an opponent and survived was one thing, but to have severed an arm?

  The might of the human race was terrifying!

  After placing down the arm, the man turned to face his phalanx.

  The eyes within the phalanx looked back at him, filled with fervor and admiration.

  The man spoke slowly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, yet clear to everyone, his tone rich and slightly refined.

  "In this battle, the Windstorm Legion first defeated the Frenzy Legion, then routed the Wrath Legion, slaying twelve thousand enemies, wounding countless others."

  "In this battle, we achieved a great victory!"

  As the man's words fell, all members of the Windstorm Legion shouted in unison,

  "Victory! Victory!"

  "Wind! Wind! Wind!"

  With a raise of his hand, all sounds were immediately suppressed, and the square fell silent.

  "Left deputy legion commander, tally the spoils of this battle, and record the achievements."

  "Right deputy legion commander, assess the casualties of this battle, and arrange for the wounded."

  The two battle kings from before responded simultaneously, "Yes!"

  "The names of the fallen shall be inscribed on the Monument of Death Wills."

  "Dismissed!"

  With that, the man took to the air first, flying towards the depths of the Eternal Forest.

  This battle saw the Windstorm Legion achieve remarkable results, but they also suffered significant casualties!

  Three thousand comrades would forever rest in the Abyssal Plane, adding three thousand names to the Monument of Death Wills.

  After the man left, the numerous warriors of the Windstorm Legion, led by their battle generals, poured into the nearby small town.

  The once empty square was left with only the students participating in the summer camp special training, still immersed in the previous shock, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

  "Cough, cough—can you hear me?"

  A man holding a microphone appeared in front of the monument.

  "Students, gather around."

  Hundreds of people gathered in front of the monument, curiously looking at the man, unsure of what was to come.

  "My surname is Lin, and I am the chief instructor of this summer camp. You can call me Instructor Lin."

  "First, I want to congratulate you on passing the first stage of the summer camp special training."

  "The number of participants in this batch of the summer camp: 672. Number of people who passed: 466.

  The pass rate is nearly 70%, exceeding our expectations."

  Hearing this number, Zhao Lin's face turned slightly pale, looking at Ye Bai and Liu Xueqi beside him.

  "To think that 30% of the people were eliminated?!"

  Zhao Lin didn't expect that their [CCF] group, supposedly the underdogs among all the talented seeds, would pass with a 100% rate?

  Luck, it must be luck.

  Zhao Lin didn't dwell on it, continuing to focus on listening to Instructor Lin's speech.

  "What you saw earlier was our human race's Windstorm Legion returning victorious from the Abyssal Plane."

  Instructor Lin said with a smile, slowly,

  "I believe you also noticed, after the portal opened, warriors came out first, followed by battle generals, then battle kings, and finally the War God."

  The students nodded, indeed it was so.

  "When retreating, it's like this. But when charging, the War God leads, followed by battle kings, battle generals, and warriors."

  Instructor Lin's words made many students' eyes widen.

  This....

  "Our human race has been at war for a hundred years, with the strong leading the way!"

  Instructor Lin said each word powerfully,

  "In times of great battles, the supreme beings must enter the Death Wills Camp, and the War God must charge at the forefront.

  Those who hesitate in battle will be dismissed on the spot, never to be used again!"

  "Students, the forest you walked through earlier is the resting place of billions of heroic spirits of our human race..."

  Instructor Lin briefly introduced the origin of the Eternal Forest, causing many female students' eyes to redden, while male students clenched their fists, knuckles turning white, grinding their back teeth, eager to rush to the Abyssal Plane and fight the demons for three hundred rounds.

  "The equipment in your hands is the relics of billions of heroic spirits.

  The obsessions you bear are the obsessions of billions of heroic spirits!

  In the future, the homeland you protect is their homeland, and also, our homeland!"

  "Remember, ninety years ago, since the day the Abyssal Plane invaded the Blue Planet, the human race entered a wartime state.

  To this day, the human race has not lifted the wartime state, not once!"

  Instructor Lin's gaze swept over each person's face, pausing for a few seconds.

  His eyes seemed to contain stars, nearly roaring as he said,

  "You are in an era of war, merely enjoying a moment of peace protected by your ancestors.

  Do not mistake false peace for permanent tranquility, do not take a baby's cradle as your lifelong home.

  This world is exceptionally cruel and cold, and the demons in the dark will not give up any chance to invade the Blue Planet!"

  Instructor Lin's words struck hard in everyone's hearts, bringing them endless shock.

  As the ancients said, be vigilant in times of peace.

  Since ninety years ago, the human race has never 'lived in peace,' struggling on the edge of life and death every moment!

  "The war between the human race and the Abyssal Plane has never ended!

  Until one side completely submits or perishes, the bloody battle will not cease!"

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