Lu Jianwei woke up in the blood of the death row camp.
The memories of his past life are intertwined with the desperate situation of this life, and he has become the cheapest cannon fodder of the empire.
What is in front of us is not a simple arena, but a slaughterhouse carefully built by the enemy using "fear formations".
His companions were killing each other in madness, and only he could see those twisted "emotional colors" spreading in the air.
"Interesting, using collective fear as a weapon... Parody."
When the enemy camp commander watched the massacre through the water mirror technique,
But when he saw the thin prisoner who had his head lowered all the time, he suddenly raised his eyes and said,
Facing his direction, he mouthed silently:
"Your acting personality can no longer suppress your low self-esteem."
