On the training grounds.
The human race professionals were gathering.
They formed battle formations, ready to set off at any moment.
——Things were going very smoothly.
Too smoothly.
Shen Ye inexplicably felt a bit uneasy.
He took a deep breath, wanting to relax, but found that his muscles were becoming more and more tense.
Several lines of faint words quietly appeared:
"You have faced certain death multiple times, but have always saved yourself at the last moment by retreating to exile."
"This unique experience has given you a sensitivity to death far beyond that of all living beings."
"You have become more sensitive."
Something's not right.
Shen Ye felt increasingly strange.
It's said that the first time is the most sensitive, and after many times, one should get used to it and become more durable.
Why am I becoming more sensitive?
——A unique talent?
"Time is running out, Shen Ye, open the portal and take these people to the royal city."
