All around were white walls, and beneath his feet was white as well. The diameter of the area was about two kilometers.
Yang Zheng looked up, above him was a sun-like gap, with chandeliers and vague faces barely visible.
Suddenly, a thick dark cloud covered the gap, and pitch-black mist filled the entire white cup.
Yang Zheng averted his gaze and began to load his handgun.
Not far from him, Li Yan pulled out a spare Jumu Great Sword from his personal mark (prepared for a return to the South Seas) while unwrapping the bandage on his abdomen, where the wound had already healed.
He took a deep breath and looked up at his opponent.
The moment their gazes collided, surging black Disaster Water and the fierce blaze of gunfire erupted!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
