Beside her, from time to time, Blood Guards and Blood Generals would carry logs, howling as they ran forward. Everyone was covered in mud from head to toe; the road was difficult, the logs were too heavy, and they would fall after just a few steps, then get up, and then fall again.
Outside the mud pit, Chiang Yi frantically yelled through a megaphone: "Is this all you are capable of? You two big men carrying logs slower than turtles! A bunch of trash should just go home and farm! Move it! Everyone run! If even one of you fails the task, no one gets breakfast today!"
At this moment, everyone had two thoughts in their minds. First, hurry up and finish to eat breakfast. Second, bury Chiang Yi alive in the mud pit.
It was past four in the morning, and the sky faintly revealed a glimmer of dawn, with the red sun slowly making its appearance.
The training in the mud pit continued. By now, everyone was out of energy, and the dark muddy pit churned tumultuously.
