The sound of the wind halted.
The entire Northern Mountain fell into an eerie silence.
Only pairs of eyes, gradually bloodshot and red, fixated on Chen Yang.
It was like a pack of hungry wolves fighting over food suddenly spotting a fresh prey.
Even though this prey held a stick and was quite strong, charging alone meant certain death, but hunger persists, and the pack is large.
As the saying goes, a barrage of fists can kill a master.
No matter how strong he is, can he really fight against thousands here?
Besides, luck should favor oneself; even if some people die, surely it won't be oneself, right?
The scraps of the map still have a great chance of ending in one's hands.
Huff huff.
Heavy breaths were the only sounds remaining on the scene.
"This..."
Even someone as formidable as Yang Hu couldn't help but feel uneasy and afraid when faced with thousands of bloodshot eyes.
This... This is terrifying.
Gulp.
