1382 The Frost Territory (1/2)

Two days later, a large number of participants gathered at the entrance of the Frost Territory first thing in the morning.

Because it was only opened to the public once every 120 years, even if the trial quota was 8,000 people, the number of applicants always exceeded the quota considerably.

Of the 8,000 places available, excluding members of the Combat God Temple and other members of the grade-6 and grade-7 organizations, usually, about 5,000 of the remaining application slots would be left.

Of the remaining 5,000 application slots, more than 80% were occupied by grade-4 and grade-5 organizations, with very limited places left for organizations of grade-3 and below.

Lin Huang and the two Sword Servants were members of the top grade-6 organization, Death Sickle, and had the privilege of directly entering the Frost Territory. They did not need to line up to apply.

Despite arriving early at around 8 o'clock in the morning, the entrance area to the Frost Territory was already full of people.

Lin Huang even saw quite a few familiar faces.

Divine Clapnet's Forbidden Lamella, Xeno's Frontier, Precious Treasure Pavilion's Departed Feather, and Death Sickle's Fallen Star...

Destiny and Twin were not there to represent Death Sickle.

However, someone in a black robe standing beside Fallen Star caught his attention. The individual was slender and Lin Huang could not tell whether they were a man or a woman. All he could vaguely see was a masked face under the brim of a hat.

When he looked at the person in the black robe, the individual in question also looked right back at him, and the blood-red lips on the mask pulled up slightly in an upturned arc.

”They're smiling?!”

Lin Huang could clearly sense that the other party's eyes were on him. What was even stranger was that the other party was obviously wearing a mask to fully hide their facial features, but he could see that they were smiling.

”Is that fellow Virtuoso?” Lin Huang took a rough guess based on some of the rumors he had heard before in Death Sickle.

Virtuoso was the first name on Death Sickle's White Sickle Leaderboard. He had participated in more than 700 assassinations and never failed a single one. Death Sickle guarded his personal information extremely well and there were practically no leaks to the public.

Lin Huang even suspected that in the eyes of Death Sickle's seven Blood Sickles, Virtuoso's value ranked higher than that of Buried Heaven.

There was also a rumor within Death Sickle that Virtuoso might be the grade-5 genius of legend.

Before he entered the Great Heaven Territory, Lin Huang would have envied anyone who might be a grade-5 genius of legend. Right now, however, he felt nothing whatsoever.

Currently, under his command, he had Sword1 to Sword12 who were all grade-5 geniuses—fully twelve people in all.

Ignoring Virtuoso's stare, Lin Huang walked towards the Death Sickle camp with the two Sword Servants.

His identity was now Huang Lin. He looked completely different thanks to Thousand Face's disguising ability. With so many Black Sickles from Death Sickle present, he was not worried that an acquaintance might recognize him.

The Gold Sickle leader merely glanced at the tokens that the three held and let them pass. All three of them stood at the end of the camp and waited patiently for the ruins to be opened.

A large number of grade-6 and grade-7 organizations had come this time; there were around a hundred people or so from Death Sickle alone.

Of the several grade-7 organizations, the Combat God Temple had sent the least people—less than 200. The biggest number of participants from the remaining grade-7 organizations was 300 people. It was not that the Combat God Temple had set a quota restriction for them, but the organizations themselves had set a limit of 300 members to curb bad behavior.

After all, these organizations also had access to many exclusive ruins and secret realms; it was not that they absolutely had to enter the Frost Territory. If they did not leave something for the organizations under grade-6, that would undoubtedly lead to a public outcry.

The members of the grade-6 and grade-7 organizations were all very calm.

The camp of the organizations under grade-5 was much more lively—after all, they rarely participated in such events.