Chapter 500: General Star

The psychedelic formation was full of corpses, blood, and bones.

The geniuses inside it were strongly stricken. They hadn't realized they were in a psychedelic formation and were only bystanders.

It was like a nightmare whose start had been forgotten, but the fear was endless.

And it was a very real nightmare. They could even smell blood and feel the biting wind created by the waving and cutting of those sharp weapons.

This was only the background of the psychedelic formation. The really unbearable part was the bloody killings.

They felt like they were in hell. Everyone around them was like a madman, raising their arms as if they had a knife in hand and slashing down repeatedly, imagining blood and flesh flying about.

They lost control of their own bodies, charging into enemies with blood-stained weapons in hand.