Published: February 12, 2025
The black shadows engulfed the entire area between the small hill and the woods, with only the spaces between each circle of shadows still having life standing.
They no longer fought among themselves, but instead ceased their clashes and stood guard, fully alert to the surrounding shadows.
It wasn’t as if no one had tried to attack these shadows, but they found that the attacks were ineffective; weapons and energy-infused skills would pass right through these shadows.
They seemed to have only one form, the rest being hollow and empty.
However, with so many shadows surrounding them, even if they appeared to pose no threat, it was enough to keep everyone on edge.
At this moment, fighting was pointless; figuring out how to handle the surrounding situation was what truly mattered.
There were too many shadows, to the point that none of those present could count them all. Only those at the very top of the hill, like Pao Bai and others, could roughly gauge that the shadows, identical to Ye Zhongming, numbered over five thousand.
This number had surpassed the number of lives present at the scene by several times.
Many lives that had come to try to take advantage of the situation had already begun to flee; they could easily pass through these shadows.
They had previously witnessed the mist giant resembling a demon god, and now this was just a smaller version of it — it was clearly not a good sign.
Only those fixated on gaining points or with other motives remained hopeful and did not move.
Earlier, the first rookie had caused such a commotion, and now he had summoned this; did he truly have power akin to before, or was this just a bluff?
After all, there was still a bit of time left before the rookie battlefield ended, and it wasn’t impossible for him to use a feigned empty city strategy to fool everyone once again.
Watching the scene through the light barrier, the feelings of the surrounding lives were extraordinarily complex.
How did the initially calm rookie battlefield, an unchanging rookie battlefield, a controllable and adjustable rookie battlefield, turn into what it is now?
In the end, nearly all those who shared this confusion focused their attention on the first rookie.
It was this person who had brought endless changes to the rookie battlefield.
Now, what would these shadows turn out to be?
The only ones who felt excited were probably the Star-Eye Clan members; their emotions were like a roller coaster, rising and falling, now reaching a peak that might be the highest point.
With less than ten minutes remaining until the rookie battlefield ended, if Ye Zhongming could hold on until then, the Star-Eye Clan would achieve unprecedented success. Those points could not only be used for ranking; they could also be exchanged for many valuable things.
What they needed to watch now was whether Ye Zhongming and Pao Bai could last until that moment.
If they survived, it would be a glorious moment for the Star-Eye Clan; if they died, it would equally be a dark moment for them.
All they could do was wait, waiting for glory or darkness; the only thing they could do was pray.
"Hey, is everything okay? Did it get out of hand?"
Pao Bai whispered to the side.
In their minds, Ye Zhongming should have transformed back into that black mist giant by now, rampaging and relieving everyone's pressure.
Although Pao Bai knew that the black giant wouldn't last long, the previous situation didn’t allow for any more hiding; they could only act, hoping to break through these shadows in a short time or carve out a path of blood to see if they could escape for a few minutes and hold on until the rookie battlefield ended.
But now, everything felt wrong.
There were indeed a lot of these shadows, and they looked quite intimidating, but no one really knew what the actual situation was. What if Ye Zhongming had overexerted himself and transformed the giant into a bunch of little ones, with attacks as gentle as a caress? Then they would be completely doomed.