Added an eighty-kilogram load.
Even with their bodies close to Tier One, they ended up exhausted like dead dogs.
Moreover, the sandstorm added a significant challenge, with the coarse sand hitting their faces like sandpaper. The sharp pain made them want to scream, but even then, there was no relief. They could only keep running against the wind.
By the time they finished the first lap, some people were unable to hold on.
Forcing themselves onward, dragging heavy legs as if filled with lead, by the second lap more than half of the people had puked.
The dinner from last night mixed with the alcohol was thoroughly vomited out.
After somewhat recovering, they continued onto the third lap.
But after just a few steps, except for the "Defenders," most Evolvers were running until their vision went black, legs trembling, unable to stand without leaning on the nearby train.
