The Gray Rock Realm, once a primal and mysterious wilderness, has now turned into a cruel hunting ground.
The organization and intelligence demonstrated by the Native Alliance Army far exceeded the imagination of the apprentices from Nolun Academy.
They were not just scattered indigenous people but well-trained hunters. Every trap, every ambush, directly targeted the apprentices' weaknesses.
"Damn it! It's those natives!"
"Do you have any Recovery Potions? My Spiritual Power is almost exhausted!"
"Damn it! Why isn't the Escape Ring working?!"
"This place... this place is inescapable!"
Similar cries of despair echoed throughout the Gray Rock Realm.
As the traps continued to take effect, the apprentices quickly found themselves being hunted.
The native hunters, camouflaged in animal skins, wielding poison-tipped bone spears and arrows, moved silently like venomous snakes in the underbrush.
