The warrior who cut off a piece of his own flesh was so painful that he was sweating profusely and his face turned pale.
However, he was well prepared and immediately stuffed a low-level healing elixir into his mouth. After less than half an hour, the wound gradually stopped bleeding.
But his wrist also became bloody and bloody, and the numbers on it could not be clearly seen.
"I have water here, please rinse the wound." Seeing this, the "enthusiastic" warrior next to him immediately took out a water bag and handed it over diligently.
The injured warrior did not refuse, because he himself was eager to see the result.
After taking the water bag, the water rushed over my wrist, and the blood flowed to the ground, which was bright red.
After finally rinsing it clean, everyone took a closer look and suddenly showed extremely disappointed expressions:
"Isn't this even possible?"
"This thing is too evil?!"
"What the hell is going on? Can anyone explain it?!"
Complaints and disappointments sounded at the same time, and some even cursed a few grumpily.
Seeing such a reaction, Yun Luo and the others knew the result without leaning over to see.
"You can't even remove the numbers by peeling off the flesh..." Yun Luo frowned and thought to himself.
Such a strong digital trace must be related to the light spots flying into their bodies, and it should be more important.
But what is it used for?
Yun Luo couldn't help but look beyond the crowd and towards the hourglass in the middle of the hall.
At this moment, the hourglass has become empty, and the fonts on the surface have disappeared. There are only ripples spreading on the surface in circles, like water ripples.
Yun Luo squinted his eyes unconsciously, and after observing, he found that the ripples seemed to follow a certain pattern and were not chaotic.
Does this pattern have something to do with the numbers on their hands?
The hall was full of people.
Yun Luo listened carefully and found out easily that the numbers on everyone's wrist are different.
She is the only one with the number "nine".
Nangong Jin and Tantai Yao are both "seven".
Beichenhan and Nangongyun are both "eight".
Among the other people in the hall, most people's numbers were "three", only a few people were "seven", and the "five" and "six" in the middle disappeared out of thin air.
Numbers above "seven" are even gathered on Yunluo's side, and no one else is there.
This looks simply disorganized and without any order.
Yun Luo frowned slightly, thinking quickly in his mind, what might these numbers mean?
Is it everyone’s level?
Wrong.
The lowest level of warriors who can enter the secret realm is level six or above, but there are many people whose number is "three".
Moreover, Yun Luo's own number is "nine", and she does not have the strength of the ninth level.
But if it’s not rank, is there any other meaning?
While Yun Luo was thinking, he looked at the hourglass, staring at the slowly spreading ripples, and fell into deep thought.
Nangong Jin and the others didn’t interrupt by talking, and they were all thinking hard.
However, they haven't come up with anything yet.
Suddenly, a strange sound of footsteps came from outside the gate.
Because the footsteps were very light and the hall was very noisy at the moment, except for Yun Luo and his party who were standing next to the door, no one else paid attention at all.
Yun Luo turned his head alertly, just in time to see the color of the door turn into black for an instant, and then it was pushed open.
An unexpected figure walked straight in.
"It's you..." Yun Luo opened his eyes wide in surprise.