SNAP.
Overcome with tension, Chen Fei accidentally snapped a dry twig underfoot.
In the dead-silent valley, the sound was piercingly loud.
The next moment, every member of the alien races in the valley—whether they were in the middle of a massacre or had just been resurrected—froze.
They turned their heads in unison. Hundreds of pairs of hollow eyes, filled with black mycelium, stared straight at the trio's hiding spot.
A chill shot through the three of them, as if they'd been plunged into an icy cavern.
They were lifeless, like walking corpses.
"Run!"
Wang Lei barely had time to roar before he grabbed the other two and fled for his life.
As they fled, they soon realized they weren't the only ones.
Many other students training in the Nirvana Tower were also scrambling out from all directions, their faces filled with the same terror.
They had all run into similar bizarre armies that only slaughtered their own kind, showing little interest in the students themselves.
