Growing in death (1)

"Hu!"

With a deep breath, Huang tingxuan woke up and looked around in horror.

Just a minute ago, he had been cut into pieces by the monster and died a miserable death.

The excruciating pain and the fear of death lingered in Huang tingxuan's mind.

He had never dreamed that he would die so suddenly and hastily.

Originally, he had been filled with fantasies of killing in all directions on the battlefield and eventually gaining fame and reputation.

His imagination was perfect, but the reality was cruel. It was not until the actual battle that he realized that the enemy was far more ferocious than he had imagined.

The scene where the enemy was unable to fight back and he was like a chicken or a dog being slaughtered only existed in his own fantasy.

Dreams were important, but they needed strength to support them. Otherwise, they would just be daydreaming.

Once they encountered reality, they would be beaten up badly.