Song Jian looked around, and there were only about a third of the people left standing in their original spots, just like him, they had all passed the phase one combat power assessment.
Looking at the red glow emanating from his body, Song Jian immediately had a very bad feeling, because the light was just too similar to flowing blood, and he even caught a whiff of a bloody scent at the tip of his nose;
Soon, after all the players who had entered the selection competition vanished, another system prompt appeared before the eyes of Song Jian and the others still present;
System: Please get ready, you will be transported into the Trial Space in ten seconds, and the method of entry will be random; ten, nine, eight, seven...
A countdown timer appeared before Song Jian's eyes, and in the instant time ran out, everyone turned into a beam of red light that shot up into the sky, the spectacle was quite magnificent;