Chapter 8

In the boundless void outside the divine realm, a towering figure enveloped in mysterious golden light stood outside the crystalline wall of the divine realm, secretly observing it.

"When did this kid get so many high-quality believers?"

Wu Hai, the homeroom teacher, looked at Lin Xiao's divine realm with surprise, his gaze sweeping over more than six hundred gray fog fishmen, then landing on Lin Xiao's avatar who was mobilizing the faith. He nodded and said,

"It seems you've been working hard lately. Since that's the case, I'll give you this card!"

He extended his hand, pinched a card between his index and middle fingers, and threw it. The card quickly disintegrated into a golden mist, which, under the constraint of divine power, formed a golden rainbow bridge that flew into the divine realm.

Lin Xiao, who had been staying inside the divine realm, immediately sensed the intrusion. A system prompt appeared before his eyes:

"An invader is establishing a portal. The first batch of invaders will arrive in fifteen minutes. Please prepare!"

He was startled. The avatar in the fishmen tribe's eyes flashed with determination, and he raised the newly crafted bone knife, roaring loudly,

"Children, the invaders have arrived. The Lord of the Gray Fog is watching us. It's time to show our strength and courage."

The fishmen, who had already been mobilized, waved their weapons and shouted wildly, though chaotic, their morale was high.

Lin Xiao, who was already accustomed to the fishmen's style, was quite satisfied. He led the charge out of the tribe, with a large group of fishmen following closely behind.

This time, he did not bring all the fishmen out, only about three-quarters of them, which included almost all the true believers, devout believers, and fanatical believers, all of whom had learned the skill "Salmon Spear Thrust."

The over a hundred casual believers left in the tribe had not learned the "Salmon Spear Thrust" and had limited combat power, so he did not take them out to die.

Although the preliminary exam was not as dangerous as the mid-term or final exams, it was not easy. If not handled well, the losses could be heart-wrenching.

Although they were students, they were already divine beings. In the human federation, a super-fantasy divine civilization, they might be equivalent to newborn infants, but in some small planes of the chaotic void crystal wall system, they were already considered powerful enough to command the elements.

The cultivation of powerful beings could not be like that of ordinary students, who spent their days studying in school. They had to face various dangers to hone themselves.

Each major class and each test was a challenge, and a slight mistake could result in heavy losses for their followers.

Many students, due to a momentary lapse, suffered severe damage and never recovered, sinking into decline and remaining ordinary divine beings until graduation, unable to become demigods in their lifetimes.

As usual, the invasion portal was established in the upper left corner of the divine realm.

The terrain of his divine realm was like this, with only a coastline on the left side, and the tribe located in the lower left corner. As long as the invaders were not aquatic, they could only appear in the upper left corner.

A three-meter-diameter, pitch-black portal with undulating dark light hung a meter above the beach. Strands of dark light slowly revolved around the circular portal. With a soft sound, the dark light bulged and a humanoid figure emerged, a sharp object piercing through the dark light, revealing a blood-stained spear.

"Hisss, by Gras!"

A two-meter-tall snake person, with a human upper body and a snake tail, crawled out of the portal. The blood-stained spear struck the sand, creating a small pit. The snake person opened its mouth, revealing a forked tongue, and slowly said,

"I smell the sea and many fresh fishmen."

At this moment, another equally strong snake person emerged from the portal, its forked tongue flickering. It planted a bone staff on the beach, its narrow eyes flashing with determination:

"I smell the scent of heretics!"

It grasped the gem-embedded skull at the top of the bone staff and said in a hoarse voice,

"The great Gras tells me to kill all the fishmen in this sea."

The first snake person lifted its thick spear, turned, and raised it high, roaring loudly,

"Warriors of Gras, come forth!"

The dark light of the portal quickly bulged, and a smaller snake person emerged, followed by a second, a third, and soon a total of twenty fishmen had emerged.

"This test... the difficulty is a bit excessive!"

Lin Xiao, who had been closely watching the divine realm, frowned. Although there were only twenty-two snake people, their strength was quite formidable. Even half a month ago, he would have had to fight with all his might and suffer some losses to defeat them.

Gray fog fishmen were a low-tier race, the lowest of the low, with average combat power comparable to goblins.

Well, they were a bit stronger in water.

Snake people, on the other hand, were a mid-tier race. Even at their most basic level, their racial talents gave them overwhelming combat power against gray fog fishmen, especially the two leaders, who were likely not inferior to second-tier units, or even professionals.

This configuration was a bit challenging for the top-ranked students in the class and extremely difficult for the lower-ranked ones.

If it weren't for the golden finger activation and the accumulation of years of effort, if he still had only over a hundred fishmen, he would have had to lose at least a third of them to pass this test.

But there are no "ifs" in this world. Times have changed, and now with his greatly increased strength, Lin Xiao's confidence was also boosted.

The fishmen leader avatar led over five hundred gray fog fishmen out of the tribe, charging in a chaotic formation toward the snake people squad that had just left the portal.

There was no strategy to speak of; the fishmen couldn't be commanded. With their overwhelming numbers, they just needed to charge in a single wave.

Over five hundred fishmen gathered, forming a dense black mass on the narrow beach.

The snake people were initially startled by the sheer number of gray fog fishmen, but they soon bared their fangs in a sinister smile. The twenty snake people lined up, and the snake person leader raised the blood-stained spear, roaring loudly,

"The great Gras is watching us. Kill all the fishmen, and Gras will grant us greater power!"

The other snake person leader, holding a bone staff, remained silent, raising the staff. The gem-embedded eye of the skull at the end of the staff glowed, and strands of blood light emerged, forming a blood mist that flew toward all the snake people. As it passed, their pupils turned red, and their spears were stained with a layer of blood.

Snake person divine skill: Boiling Blood.

It boosted morale and weapon sharpness.

After being blessed with this divine skill, the snake people's morale soared, and they gained a certain ability to reduce pain and fear.

With their already superior individual combat power, the snake people, now blessed with the divine skill, became even more formidable. Their sharper spears could likely kill a fishman with a single thrust.

The two sides quickly closed in, and the snake people, led by their leaders, leaned forward, adopting a charging stance.