"Lin Yang, what can you do?"
Faced with this predicament, Xiao Wu was not particularly flustered. She believed Lin Yang still had a way to break the deadlock.
A cold sneer curled Lin Yang's lips, and an icy gleam flashed through his eyes. "They want to play by the rules? Then we'll play along. It's only ten people. We just need to round them up."
The next day, Lin Yang went to the Hell Slaughter Arena to register as usual.
Inside the hall, the staff member took his identification token, a barely perceptible trace of contempt flashing through his eyes. Just as he was about to brush him off as before, Lin Yang spoke indifferently. "No need for you to arrange anything. I brought my own people."
What?
Before the staff member could react, nine figures emerged in unison from the shadows all around, as though they had planned it beforehand.
Expressionless, they silently took their places behind Lin Yang.
Lin Yang cast a shadowed glance at the staff member, his gaze piercing. "That's enough people, isn't it?"
Under that oppressive gaze, the staff member's Adam's apple bobbed. He did not dare utter another word and could only reluctantly open the Hell
Slaughter Arena.
Once they reached the platform, the nine people's eyes abruptly changed.
Confusion, terror, horror-as though they had just awakened from a nightmare.
As they looked around, all color drained from their faces, leaving expressions of shock and fear.
How had they ended up in the Hell Slaughter Arena?
"Wait..."
Someone shouted in terror.
Before the words had faded, a blade flashed. A large head shot into the air, blood gushing like a fountain.
"Everyone, fight for your lives!"
"Kill the Skull-Splitting Envoy first!"
Driven into a life-or-death corner, the remaining people's eyes quickly reddened. No longer