"I really can't deal with you anymore!"
Han Yu, now in the guise of a panda, leaned against a tree, one hand on his waist, the other weakly gripping an axe.
All around were various bizarre corpses, turning what should have been a trial into a slaughterhouse, incredibly gruesome!
That was fine, but the key was the constantly increasing difficulty that he really couldn't endure.
As the tree trembled, Han Yu knew that something else was about to drop down.
Fortunately, this time it seemed to be just one thing, not a whole group.
When that damn thing finally dropped down, Han Yu took one look and cursed out loud.
"Damn it!"
Outside the realm, the area around Han Yu's rigid, lying body was silent, with whispers starting a mile away.
A whole day had passed without any movement, what was going on?
Could he be dead?
