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Outside the restricted area, at the organizing committee square.

The images on the giant light screen were shaking violently.

The signal in the northern region was still intermittent, but the images in other areas were very clear.

Almost all the teams were fleeing for their lives.

The screen was filled with scenes of berserk monsters chasing people, and screams came through the audio channel of the light screen, turning the atmosphere in the audience from lively to tense.

The twelve referees had already stood up in their seats.

The chief referee was an old man in his sixties surnamed Chen. He was from the military and had fought against beast tides in southern Xinjiang before.

He stared at the extent of the spread of the core area on the light screen and tapped his fingers three times on the table.

"It is recommended to immediately suspend the match and initiate a global teleportation evacuation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person stood up from the fourth seat on the right.

Bai Wangshu, the Bai family representative on the judging panel, is in his forties with a narrow face and thin lips. He wears a dark gray uniform and looks unremarkable, but his father is Bai Yong's younger brother.

Bai Wangshu spoke up: "Before we stop, I have a question."

He turned to face the entire referee's stand, his voice not loud, but the loudspeaker array in the square made every word clear.

What caused the beast tide riot in the core area?

The chief referee frowned.

"The cause is under investigation; the most urgent task is to evacuate the personnel."

Bai Wangshu ignored him and continued speaking.

"According to signal records, Lin Feng from the Northern Territory team entered the core area without authorization an hour ago. Shortly after entering, the concentration of qi and blood in the core area began to rise abnormally, followed by a beast tide."

He paused.

"I propose that the Northern Military District team be disqualified from the competition and all of its points be frozen until the investigation is completed."

A buzzing sound filled the square.

The audience erupted.

"Disqualification? Two million four hundred thousand points just like that?"

"Have the Bai family members gone mad?"

"Isn't this just settling a personal score?"

Several people on the referee's bench also looked rather grim.

Just as the chief referee was about to speak and object, a voice came from the VIP section.

"Judge Bai."

Duan Hongyuan put down his teacup.

The bottom of the cup hit the handrail with a soft sound, but the square fell silent instantly.

Duan Hongyuan didn't stand up; he just sat there.

"You say the anomalies in the core area were caused by Lin Feng. Where's the evidence?"

Bai Wangshu turned around.

"Signal recordings show..."

"I'm asking for evidence."

Duan Hongyuan interrupted him.

"The signal records only prove that he entered the core area. There have been seven recorded instances of beast riots in the Ten Thousand Mountains core area, the most recent being twelve years ago. No one entered that time either, and it still exploded. What makes you so sure it was Lin Feng who did it?"

Bai Wangshu pursed her lips.

"General Duan, I am merely making a suggestion according to procedure."

"program?"

Duan Hongyuan picked up his teacup and took another sip.

"When Xiu Ze died, your Bai family didn't follow the proper procedures. When Song Jiao from the East Sea died, you didn't follow the proper procedures either. Why do you suddenly remember the procedures when you come to the Northern Territory?"

The entire audience was speechless.

Bai Wangshu's face turned red starting from her ears.

Duan Hongyuan didn't look at him again.

The chief referee coughed.

"Referee Bai's proposal does not comply with Rule 47 and is therefore rejected. Proceed with the emergency evacuation now; all groups, prepare."

Bai Wangshu stood there, clenched her fist for two seconds, and then sat back down.

......

Inside the restricted area.

Zhou Yuan and his three companions had retreated to a high slope on the outskirts of the Blood Mist Zone.

When Qin Lie led four wounded soldiers from the Western Border out of the blood mist, he was covered in blood, limping, and had to rest after every three steps.

Zhou Yuan quickly went to help him up.

"Brothers from the West? How did they get out of there?"

Qin Lie was helped to sit down and it took him a while to catch his breath.

"We were tied to the altar and had our blood drawn; we almost died inside. Your people rescued us."

Zhou Yuan was taken aback.

"Lieutenant Lin?"

"Yeah. Ride that dragon, and it'll tear down the altar in ten seconds."

Qin Lie's tone was calm, but Zhou Yuan sensed the underlying strength. It wasn't an exaggeration; it was the calm that comes after being thoroughly defeated.

Zhou Yuan glanced in the direction of the blood mist.

The red-walled mist was still churning, and the noise coming from inside was getting louder and louder.

"Is he still inside?"

Qin Lie nodded.

"It's not that I didn't come out. It's that I didn't want to come out."

Zhou Yuan's face turned green.

"A beast tide, he's charging in?"

Qin Lie leaned against the rock and gave a wry smile.

"I yelled at him, but he ran away. It didn't work."

Zhou Yuan squatted down and put his hands behind his head.

The teammate next to him came over.

"team leader......"

"Don't speak. Let me calm down."

On the high slope, several people watched as a dark purple light shone from the depths of the blood mist.

Dragon's breath.

Then comes the second course. The third course.

Each time a dragon's breath lit up, the ground shook. The score on the system panel began to fluctuate.

Zhou Yuan glanced down at the scoreboard.

2400000.

The numbers didn't change.

It froze for two seconds.

Then he jumped.

2400000 → 2780000

Jump again.

2780000 → 3150000

Zhou Yuan's hands began to tremble.

3150000 → 3600000

Qin Lie also looked down at his scoreboard.

His sign showed the national leaderboard, with the Northern Command ranking first among all teams and widening the gap at an unreasonable pace.

The second place is Southern Xinjiang, with 87,000.

The difference is more than forty times.

Qin Lie slowly put the points card back into his pocket without saying a word.

Outside the restricted area.

The leaderboard on the screen was refreshed again.

3600000→4020000.

The noise in the square suddenly stopped.

Everyone stared at the number, their mouths agape, but no one uttered a sound.

4020000→4500000.

The chief referee dropped his pen.

In the VIP section, Song Zhenkun had already stood up.

He didn't want to leave; he just couldn't sit still anymore, rubbing his legs back and forth between the chair and the table.

"impossible."

He kept repeating those three words, but his voice grew softer and softer.

The image of the northern region on the light screen finally regained a clear signal for a few seconds.

Everyone saw it.

At the heart of the swirling blood mist, a dark purple dragon was rampaging through the horde of beasts.

The dragon's breath shot out, and one after another, strange beasts fell down.

The figure on the dragon's back swung its spear with a crimson-gold arc of light, shattering things with each strike.

Further away, silver specks of light weaved through the blood mist.

All the teams were running out.

He was the only one killing inside.