The hand just pinched the back of the clock cat's neck, and the clock cat suddenly calmed down and was lifted up by the hand obediently.
After the hand disappeared with the clock cat, Wuming suddenly knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. Then he suddenly heard a moan and looked to the other side of the stage in disbelief. Xu Qinqin sat up from the ground with a dazed look on her face. Then, the people around her who were supposed to be dead were resurrected one by one.
"… "
Wuming wiped the blood off his face and looked at the people around him speechlessly.
What is going on
Does it mean that as long as one person passes this level, all the others will have a chance to be resurrected
Or is this just the arm that took away the clock cat's compensation for the difficulty of this level
The problem is that he is the one who cleared the customs, shouldn't the compensation go to him
What the hell is compensating these his competitors for
While he was complaining madly in his mind, the last trial-taker who came onto the stage was resurrected. He counted and found that there were two less trial-takers. Neither of them died at the hands of the clock cat, nor were they affected by the clock cat. It was simply because their time had run out.
If they think about it this way, they might as well be killed by the Clock Cat before the time runs out, because after being killed and resurrected, they can directly pass the level without having to die at all.
The Golden Gate slowly appeared in the center of the stage after the last trial-taker was resurrected. Everyone looked at each other with confused expressions, and finally all looked at Wuming at the same time.
Wuming had a blank expression on his face. He was complaining madly in his mind as he walked towards the Golden Gate. After he left, everyone started discussing.
"… "
Xu Qinqin pursed her lips and walked straight into the golden gate.
She knew that Wuming must have seen her relieved expression after she thought he was dead. They were not very close to begin with, and her reaction must have caused Wuming to feel bad.
Next, the two of them became real competitors.
God's treasure.
Wuming stood on the Golden Road and couldn't help but stretching. This battle was too tiring.
Next, the surviving trialists came back one after another. Wuming stood in the corner and counted the number of people. Sure enough, there were fewer trialists. The chance of meeting each other next time would probably become higher and higher.
Never mind, things will work out when the time comes.
Wuming closed his eyes and began to think about what would be most suitable to be integrated into the Perfect Shield.
Judging from the current situation, the Perfect Shield will definitely not be able to survive to the end. He originally wanted to take it outside the Divine Treasure and check the information before making a decision, but now he feels that he may not be able to live to the moment of leaving.
It’s urgent to improve our strength!
He rubbed his eyes subconsciously and suddenly felt a little itchy. He frowned and rubbed them again, and the itch became more and more intense.
"What's going on? Did I get styes because I saw something I shouldn't have seen?" Wuming closed his eyes uncomfortably and instinctively did eye exercises.
However, it was obvious that the eye exercises he learned in his previous life did not help his eyes at all. After he did the eye exercises several times, he felt a burning breath gushing out from inside his eyes, as strong as a volcanic eruption.
He took a deep breath and simply squatted on the ground, thinking about whether he should dig out his eyes. Instead, he could grow another pair of eyes, so he simply didn't need this pair of defective eyes.