In the chaotic Coliseum, the smoke of gunpowder has dissipated, leaving only the dense, lingering smell of blood that won't dissolve. The circular Barrier trapped everyone as if they were at the bottom of hell, forever unable to touch that azure sky.
There was no wind, no warm and sunny Sunlight, only the scent of death flowing, filling every pore of the survivors!
In this cruel Game, they could only endure passively, bearing endless struggles!
Wei Binbai was filled with regret. He had acted on a subconscious combat response, coupled with the desire to take advantage, for after all, Trojan was full of wounds from infection. Had he known that it still possessed fearsome combat Strength, he wouldn't have made a move even if it killed him.
"Support!" It was all over no matter what, but as someone with ample Experience, Wei Binbai instantly discarded the wishful thinking from his mind and focused on escaping with all his might.
