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Of course, he could not voice such suspicion. After all, he was a leader, and if he was not confident, he would never be able to lead his subordinates to accomplish their tasks.

Desmond turned to look at Pascal. “How long has it been?”

Pascal looked at the array in his hand. “It’s been fourteen hours…”

Desmond frowned as he looked at the top of the Vermillion Tune Formation. There were large red letters that showed ‘117’ on the formation.

The number indicated the progress of the warriors that were carrying out the tasks. At that point, they had captured 117 people alive.

If they wanted Heartblood, they would need to make sure that the captives were alive. Then, they needed to use the cruelest methods to obtain as much Heartblood as they could.

Desmond took a deep breath and said in displeasure, “They only got a hundred and seventeen people in fourteen hours? What are they doing? How did the first day yield so little?! It’s not like it’s a hard assignment!”

he spoke. His mouth dried up a little as

about to glare a

the first day aren’t too bad. After all, the participants were sent everywhere, dispersed during the first day. The Toman Battlefield is still very large right now. Even if they want to get more warriors, it’s just too far and dispersed. That’s why they’re

just plain unhappy. He felt like they should at least be at double that number

just too few. they had a long way to

was incredibly anxious

had gone to the wayside, he felt incredibly impatient, but there was nothing he could do about it. The more

in his head, and he suddenly thought

who was behind Seymour.

Even though there was no indication that Jagoan