Li Zerui, on the other hand, was like a puppet on strings, still playing frantically, and the exhilarating music box music never stopped for a moment.
A large number of ordinary people in the auditorium have collapsed, and the remaining ones who are still struggling are not far from being completely crazy.
"The presiding judge can't last long." Su Qingyue lowered her voice and said solemnly, "That thing is constantly absorbing the negative emotions at the scene, and its power is getting stronger and stronger."
"I know." Lu Chen swallowed the last mouthful of crab cakes and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue. His movements were as graceful as if he were attending an afternoon tea party. "Although his 'heart of justice' can resist mental pollution, every time he swings the ax, it is consuming his life force. In five minutes, he will be swallowed by that thing due to exhaustion."
