It was a little after five in the morning, the air was slightly chilly, and dewdrops hung on the weeds away from the campfire.
The elders of the tribe woke up one after another and left the camp in groups to go out to solve physiological problems.
The open flame of the bonfire had been extinguished, but the charcoal was still smoking and the ground was toasty warm. A savage accidentally put his hand into the bonfire and was immediately woken up by the burn, uttering a scream.
The scream was like an alarm clock, and the savages woke up one after another.
Wuming opened his eyes, sat up and yawned. He glanced at the unlucky guy today, then took out a wooden water jar from the basket on the ground and drank water in big gulps.
Then everyone left in groups, and Xia Hua also left with a female savage.
Everyone was there to solve their physiological problems, but Wuming was the only one who had no such needs. After drinking the water, he took out the meat that he had grilled last night and ate it in big mouthfuls.
By the time he had eaten and drunk his fill, the savages had just returned.
The team continued to set off.
Today was a busy day. After walking for about an hour and a half in the morning, our team met several teams one after another, and there was even a merger of two teams.
The number of trial participants increased again.
Wuming observed these trial-takers calmly and found that those who had survived to this day were indeed smart. No one took the initiative to provoke a fight, and they were only focused on protecting their own team.
Because the team was so large, the rest of the journey went smoothly, and basically no blind animals dared to block the team's progress.
In the afternoon, more teams appeared.
It’s still the same as before, after the confrontation they merged together.
Wuming calculated that the total number of people in so many teams is already several thousand.
"Could it be that all the trial participants are at this level?"
Wuming calculated the number of trial-takers and thought to himself.
If all trial participants were really at this level, there would probably be a big melee at the end. After all, this level was a good opportunity to eliminate competitors.
No matter how strong the trial-takers were in the past, they are just flesh and blood in this level. As long as you pierce the opponent's heart with a stone spear, the opponent will surely die.
Although Wuming does not intend to do so, there is no guarantee that other trial participants will not do so.
As night fell, another team of about four hundred people joined the group. This was also a team that had been merged several times, and there were five surviving trial-takers.
Wuming spotted a short trial-taker and couldn't help but wonder if the other person was Xu Qinqin.
After all, although the trial participants are a little face-blind and cannot recognize each other, their identities can be easily distinguished as long as they communicate, so height and the like have not actually changed.
Xu Qinqin is the shortest among the trial-takers, so she is very easy to recognize.
Of course, Wuming did not rule out the possibility that there were actually trial-takers with similar bodies among the other trial-takers. Even Xu Qinqin herself had hidden her true form and was now undergoing the test in her true form, while the short trial-taker was actually another trial-taker.
Regardless of height, weight, or body shape, it is too easy to fake a practitioner with extraordinary powers, so it is not reliable to judge a person's identity based solely on their body shape.