The students screamed heartrendingly, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, but a closer look revealed that they had bloodstains all over them, without any wounds.
As the master of the nightmare, Youliang felt a chill upon entering the passenger terminal, feeling danger in the nightmare he had created based on his own memories.
Standing still, not stepping forward, Youliang noticed that a classmate, amidst the fierce fighting, still managed to steal a glance at him from the corner of their eye.
That wasn't the look of someone who had lost their reason; their gaze held a hint of expectation and excitement.
"Is your class a specialized training class of the Film Academy?" Youliang was shrouded in shadows, in poor condition, but even so, he was certainly not someone a few "students" could confront.
