A clamor of voices rang in his ears.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Feng's consciousness slowly returned.
He slowly opened his eyes to the sight of a dazzling, blindingly white incandescent light.
He found himself lying prone on a cold, damp, silver floor. A bone-chilling cold seemed to spread instantly from the points of contact throughout his entire body.
His body felt heavy and weak, and he couldn't help but shiver.
The sensation was extremely uncomfortable.
His gaze swept around, revealing a massive silver room. The surrounding walls were made of a special alloy that gleamed with a cold, hard luster.
However, some corners of the walls were covered in dark bloodstains, and a faint, bloody smell lingered in the air.
He wasn't alone in the room. A quick glance revealed nearly a hundred other people.
Like him, they were sitting on the floor. Some were quiet, while others were shouting and cursing.
