People.
People, people, people everywhere!
From all directions, there was a sea of people!
The suffocating scene before her eyes seemed as if it would drown Liu Ningran.
She never imagined that upon entering the martial arts hall, Zhuo Xueer would start the battle without a word.
The next moment, she was swallowed by the sea of people.
Even with her Grass-level Martial Artist strength, facing such a multitude, she felt like a lonely boat in the vast sea, on the verge of being consumed.
Therefore, Liu Ningran could only draw her sword, draw it again, and keep drawing it.
She couldn't recall how many times she had wielded her sword; her sword-wielding hand was nearly numb.
But the number of people in front of her did not decrease.
People, all closely packed together, surrounded her from all sides, their attacks like tidal waves, relentless and stifling.
"Attack!"
