Hundreds of broken weapons, radiating a terrifying killing intent, suddenly halted in midair above Aiden.
Faint, ghostly figures floated silently around them.
Those red eyes fixed unblinkingly on Aiden, who stood tall and calm.
"Kill!"
"Kill the enemy!"
"Back down and die!"
"Face the great threat, and anyone who flinches can be executed!"
BOOM!
Red light erupted from the ghostly figures, merging into a single river of blood.
Just glancing at that thick, glowing river filled your nostrils with an indescribable stench.
"This is bad. Things are worse than I thought," Graham whispered quickly.
He never expected that even on the first trial at the Golden Great Wall, such a disaster could happen.
Normally, if someone felt like giving up and angered the broken weapons, it wouldn't create such chaos.
Now, all the killing intent from those weapons had combined and locked onto Aiden.
