When the clash of metal began, the magician snapped his fingers.
The world of the amusement park started to become bizarre and colorful. Those people you had killed, disliked, or loved began to emerge one by one from the dark shadows.
They did not know where they came from, nor did they know why they came.
When they appeared, your world inverted between illusion and reality.
Cao Wei, Jindai Yunhe, the Silver City Duke, the Black Knights, shadowy figures hauntingly blocked Qing Chen.
Their faces were pale, but their eye sockets were deeply black, looking especially eerie, as if they had just crawled out of the underworld.
"Why did you kill us?"
"Because you deserved it," Qing Chen said calmly, "Even if I relived my life once, or relived it ten thousand times, you would still have to die. I thought there would be something fancy, I thought you'd be as difficult to deal with as Wenxin… Do you think you deserve to be compared to Wenxin? Get out of the way!"
