When there was no other choice, the only thing they could do was to move forward, or fall on the path of the charge, or become the final Victor.
Under the pressure of the life-taking red circle, the final battle finally began, and the survivors fought like crazy demons.
Looking at the red circle around him and the figures that had turned into ashes, he knew that he had no other choice.
If you advance, you live. If you retreat, you die.
"Kill!"
The dilapidated building in the center was now in ruins and covered in countless corpses.
The blood had accumulated for several meters and was still rising.
The survivors stepped on the corpses and attacked all their targets like crazy beasts.
Broken limbs flew in the air, fresh blood spurted out, and wails resounded through the clouds.
Even gods would be moved by such a tragic scene.
at the top of the building, tang zhen's figure flickered rapidly, transforming into a terrifying life reaper.
