A real Man of Iron and blood (1)

The more beautiful something was, the more likely it was to contain fatal danger.

Just like the group of beautiful women in front of him, each of them had impeccable looks and were the goddesses of countless men's dreams.

To be able to take a look at it would make one happy.

However, this kind of beauty was merciless when it came to killing people. All kinds of weapons in her hands had become tools to take away people's lives.

The pairs of slender, white legs contained a terrifying force that could easily shatter bricks and stones.

They were like a group of female leopards, surrounding the surviving players, their bodies flickering like ghosts.

The eerie and creepy laughter kept coming, making people's scalps numb.

At this moment, the players also began to play with their lives, trying to kill as many witch women as they could before they fell.

The players were destined to die in the harsh environment, and the rescue mission was about to fail.