To outsiders, Lin Zifeng's ambition to rule the entire Huaxia underworld might seem more than a little insane.
But for Lin Zifeng, what could be more insane than escaping from Dark Prison?
Who could know the extremes Lin Zifeng had gone to survive in Dark Prison, eating the flesh and drinking the blood of his comrades during the most arduous times?
Originally, the old man had killed countless beings every day to temper his own will.
Nor could anyone understand how he had lived through those two years of hellish existence.
Looking back now, even Lin Zifeng felt it was a bit crazy.
Thus, Lin Zifeng's pointed words to Bu Chen seemed like an unspeakable Spell, deeply seared into Bu Chen's mind.
Hadn't he been imprisoned in a military court because he was too weak for once?
If he continued to while away his days in detention, waiting to die.
Chances are, he wouldn't even have the opportunity to embrace his last shred of insanity.
After a long time,