"Skinny, if you don't fight hard, you'll die. Eat more, put in more effort!"
In the dream, the clear and cold voice, although still very young, was filled with authority.
"My name is Feng Huang, what's yours?"
"Jian." Thirteen-year-old Jian, still very small and skinny, was obviously a lot shorter than him, but dared to shamelessly call him "Skinny."
She was the real skinny one!
"Feng Huang? Have you risen from the ashes?" she asked.
Feng Huang was stunned, looked at her hesitantly, and softly said, "I, I'm new here..."
"Ha, newbie! If you can rise from the ashes, you can leave this island. Otherwise, just wait to feed the fish!" Jian laughed coldly but shoved his bun into his hands, "Good luck, young man!"
Then she walked away without looking back. Soon, he understood what she meant. This island was Purgatory. It was a Shura Field.
Here, no one provided them with food or weapons, only slaughter and plunder. Because everyone wanted to live and leave this place.
