Merit Pavilion, second floor.
After Chen Ming killed all twenty Wei Martial Soldiers, a flash of golden light appeared before him, and he was transported to a new place once again.
He remained as before, first hiding to take time to understand the situation in this location.
This place was a small town ravaged by war, everywhere were remnants of walls, and those still standing bore the marks of fire.
Within the small town, there were about two hundred enemies, composed of ten squads like the ones earlier.
"The difficulty of this second trial has increased too much, hasn't it?"
After roughly grasping the situation, Chen Ming found it somewhat troublesome.
The sheer number was overwhelming; even if they were two hundred chickens, it would take considerable time to kill them. Not to mention, these were two hundred martial artists.
Just those ten Third Grade generals alone would take some effort to kill.
How could the difficulty increase like this?
