Half an hour had passed, and Ling Chen was nearing the depths of Black Wind Ridge.
Along the way, he had encountered some First-level Exotic Beasts. Ling Chen chose to avoid them, only resorting to combat when he could no longer do so, killing the beasts.
The stench of blood, in such a place, could easily attract even more powerful Exotic Beasts.
This trial, while ultimately assessed based on the level of Exotic Beasts hunted, was more importantly a test of the survival skills of these True Disciples.
Without any supplies, surviving for seven days in Black Wind Ridge was not an easy task at all.
Food and water all had to be acquired by oneself.
For many inexperienced True Disciples, this was a true test.
WHOOSH!
Ling Chen dropped from a large tree into a swamp. The slightest misstep could mean getting stuck in the mire, a certain death.
