Trial, an unknown location on the Isle of Hope.
This was an extraordinarily difficult trial. The followers of Truth had actually coveted the players' identities, making Long Jing feel as though he had lived through a horror story.
Fortunately, there were familiar faces in this horror story. With their teammates' cooperation, they finally foiled the conspiracy and escaped with their lives.
Now, the trial was about to end. The last four surviving players stood in a corner of the city ruins, gazing at the war-ravaged city with mixed emotions.
The player at the edge, dressed in a trench coat and carrying a rotten wooden chest, sighed.
"Destruction is not necessarily a form of annihilation.
What a pity. The flames of war burned too fiercely, and I no longer had time to help everyone find release.
Fortunately, under the nourishment of hatred, annihilation had already taken root in the hearts of this city's people.
My heart is consoled."
Long Jing gave the somewhat unfamiliar scavenger a strange look. He always felt that he had seen this man before, but strangely, he had searched through his memories and failed to find any trace of him.
Could this man have fused with Memory?
Long Jing looked doubtfully at the Dragon King beside him, only to see Li Jingming discreetly wink at him. Clearly, he had also realized that the man's identity was far from simple.
Come to think of it, the Dragon King in this round seemed a little too eccentric. Could he have been someone else in disguise?
Cheng Shi, Zhang Jizu, or... that Zhen fellow?
Just as Long Jing was growing suspicious, another teammate spoke.
He raised his head and looked down his nose at the man in the trench coat, saying solemnly,
"Mo Shu, whether you participate in what I