"I even had some practice with that thing, I thought once we reached that level, I could show off a bit, but the result was quite strange, the classroom was filled with pens like cannon barrels, and chalk like ammunition..."
Up to now, Xinkui's experience here is that the monsters in this region are disgusting, impossible to kill, impossible to detain, and they can dissolve all your means of resistance.
At the same time, their numbers are astonishing. The death rate in this place is very high.
If this were a game, he felt that besides the thrill, there were almost no other clues.
Of course, the thrilling part, because of the presence of teacher Jiang Xianwu, wasn't thrilling anymore.
Zhou Baiyu didn't answer the questions of Xinkui and the others. Listening to Xinkui's words, he became even more certain of his own judgment deep inside.
Generally, he had figured out about thirty-five percent of the "plot line."
By now, they had reached the "mouth" outside.