Amidst the hustle and bustle, Chen Feng blended into the crowd.
The houses on both sides of the city were made of stone blocks; people were forging iron, others selling animal skins.
There were also slaves being beaten and even forced to fight to the death in the open spaces on the streets, commanded to slaughter each other.
"Kill!"
"Kill him! Otherwise, I'll cripple you when you get back!"
"Quick, kill!"
Harsh and ruthless voices kept sounding, as Chen Feng stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes emanating a cold light.
He felt that everything here was starkly different from the modernization of Earth Star, reeking of a backward and barbaric ambiance.
Moreover, for some unknown reason.
He always had a sense of palpitations, as if he was being watched by something.
"Rejection by the Secret Realm..."
Chen Feng thought of the diary, about the experience of that Spirit-controlling Talent Transcendent, Wang Yu.
