Entering the battlefield

Zhou Hao looked around and all he saw were iron-blooded men. Those who had the courage to come to this place were not ordinary.

All of them had their eyes on the top of their heads, and none of them were convinced by the other!

The moment he entered this place, he felt a wave of killing intent.

They were all people who had experienced life and death. Although they were only probationary mercenaries, many of them were veterans who had carried out many missions and seen many scenes. The aura on their bodies was naturally different from others.

If a timid person came in, they would be scared to the point of peeing.

However, who was Zhou Hao?

How could this little bit of killing intent scare him away? he had seen bigger scenes than this.

Looking at the probationary mercenaries walking around valiantly, waiting for the cruel baptism outside the virtual training room, they were all iron-blooded people who had undergone demonic training.