Zhou Jian was brimming with confidence at this moment, fully aware of just how vicious and ruthless the death row inmates within this prison cell were.
In no time at all, Zhou Jian and Zhou Qian had already arrived at the entrance to the cell.
"This..." Everyone was stupefied in that instant, with their eyes wide open.
"What is going on!" Zhou Jian roared in shock, his body unable to suppress the shaking, fear reaching its zenith.
They felt a surge of extreme coldness emanating from their own bodies, as if they were enveloped in an icy current that wrapped around their entire being, Zhou Jian, Zhou Qian, and Zhou Jian's subordinates were completely overwhelmed by the scene before them.
They couldn't believe what they were seeing, almost thinking they were dreaming.
The entire cell was soaked with blood, corpses littered the floor, having died not long ago.
The corpses were piled up into a small mountain, and atop that mound of bodies sat a person at the peak.