Filled with tension, brimming with a sense of killing.
"First column, gather here!"
"Second column, gather here!"
"Change your gear, adjust your status, once transported to the battlefield, strictly follow the commander's orders! Fewer questions, less talking, more watching, more listening!"
After disembarking from the spaceship, the students were gathered in the square and quickly organized into teams under a series of military commands.
A military officer in uniform was at the center of the square, speaking rapidly.
Normally, in wartime, saying these things would be a waste of time, but given that most of these students were here for the first time, the officer just gave a few reminders.
But after saying just these few words, he quickly left.
Most of those who have cultivated to the third-grade realm react quickly, all quickly adjusting their status, waiting for transportation.
Only a few students remained bewildered before being transported away.
