Flax's gaze fixed on Su Ming'an.
On Su Ming'an's desk, a full bottle of potion was still placed.
"Moreover, Student Thirty," Flax looked at him, "why haven't you drunk the potion yet?"
Su Ming'an stared at her.
He truly felt the malice emanating from this instance.
If last time, no Player had attacked Flax, and they hadn't triggered the Force Path, then what awaited them would have been the same scenario as now.
Players who had drunk the potion would also end up crying their eyes out, as if they had lost their personas and dignity.
He glanced at Mo Yan.
Mo Yan had drunk it before him, perhaps unable to withstand Flax's pressure. The bottle in front of Mo Yan was already empty.
This young man was still holding his sword, standing up, sobbing, and repeatedly uttering the same words.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
