"Welcome to God's trial space!"
As the trial space beeped, song qingxiao felt the pressure on her neck relax. Her body, which had been lifted up by the man, quickly fell down. She maintained her struggling position, and the moment her feet touched the ground, she had already entered the trial space of God from the alley she was being chased.
Her body rushed forward a few steps before stopping. The whip that was originally in her hand had been taken away by the man who had restrained her. At this time, it did not follow her into the trial space.
After song qingxiao stopped, she quickly looked around the space. When she came in, there were already four people inside, sitting cross-legged in four different corners. Before she came in, there was no conversation between them. The atmosphere was cold.
At this point, no one was a newbie in the trial. The situation of the burly man pressuring them with guns did not happen.
