This is a dark and endless independent space.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

The shouts of killing soared into the sky, shaking the world.

A large number of dark demons gathered in this independent space, fighting each other crazily.

There are thousands of dark demons at the second level. They don't have any companions, they only have themselves. All the dark demons they see around them are enemies. They must try their best to kill each other or avoid being killed themselves.

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This kind of fighting is not an ordinary trial, it is just a conscious fight, or it can save people's lives in a life-or-death situation.

These dark demons fight with real swords and guns. Whoever is killed will really die.

Thousands of dark demons fought so frantically and desperately, a large number of dark demons were soon killed, the bones piled up like mountains, and the dark sky was dyed blood red.

This kind of crazy killing only lasted for a moment...

"stop!"

A low shout echoed fiercely in this independent space. In an instant, all the dark demons who were still alive, no matter how crazy they were just now, immediately stopped what they were doing.

Of the thousands of dark demons, only three to four hundred have survived so far.

More than half of them died in the killing just now.

But this is just one of the many 'ethnic baptisms' that all Dark Demons must go through before becoming Dark Demon warriors. They have to go through baptisms like this several times.

At the top of this independent space, high in the sky, a tall old man with dark skin stood there, watching the killing from beginning to end, even though the people fighting below were all members of his tribe who died.

A tribesman, but his expression was unusually indifferent.

Within the Dark Demon clan, survival of the fittest is a common occurrence.

"That guy Mo Shangu is pretty good."

The tall old man looked down at the figure below. In the fight just now, that person had killed the most, and was obviously the strongest on the field.
Chapter completed!