On the combat arena, Horse Face, Clown, Bull, and Fierce Tiger were still fighting the zombies while everyone else had already perished on the battlefield.
The arena was a blurred mess of blood and flesh, a sight too horrific to bear.
Unexpectedly, Horse Face and Clown had managed to hold on for so long.
Ji Wanwan withdrew her gaze, suppressed the discomfort and pity in her heart, and strode towards the outside of the conference room.
As soon as she stepped out of the conference room, she heard a chorus of disdainful booing from the third floor below.
Many people were cursing and complaining that the third round of the game was unsatisfying and boring.
So what constitutes as satisfying?
The more people die, the more satisfying it is?
Ji Wanwan's eyes darkened.
Mingling with these voices was the System's notification sound.
[Beep——]