After two weeks, the first and second teams were about to exit the rainforest. Wyvern Peak would select its next legate between the victor and the runner-up. Adrian seemed a little worried, while the others were trembling with excitement. Finally, with the sounds of heavy footsteps and labored breathing, thousands of figures emerged from the forest.

It was Jerome and his team.

He was riddled with countless wounds, some of which were scrapes from vines. He was a gruesome sight. More than a hundred of his teammates were being carried by the other teammates. All of them looked exhausted.

Jerome instantly spotted Adrian and the others waiting for him outside the rainforest. He stopped and gasped for air as he looked at Adrian. Everyone started applauding and cheering for him with smiles on their faces. Jerome was still bleeding. It seemed that they had come across a pack of wolves or something equally dangerous.

"I'm back," Jerome said, his words filled with deep meaning.

"Well done,