The arm was broken, bleeding, and slowly stopped, as if it had been healed, and his injuries were stopped, but that was all, he was almost half-disabled.

If you don't get the medicine that can bring the severed limbs back to life, it will be almost impossible to survive the next battle.

"Twenty-one!"

"One hundred and seventy-nine!"

"Two hundred and thirty-three!"

......

The black-clad masked man walked into the prison and indifferently announced the next group of people who were about to play, and ten more people were taken away.

In about an hour, the man in black returned, his face even colder, swept through the group of people in the cell, and announced the next group of people, thus proving that the previous group was dead.

The atmosphere in the prison is even more depressing, even if people like them who have been killed from one slave arena after another have fear in their hearts, the abyss slave arena, this is really an abyss.

Ten people in batches, batch after batch, one day, a hundred people went, and only seven survived, three of them were crippled, ninety-three died, less than a tenth.

It can only be described in one word, cruelty!

In the dark prison, the dead people screamed one after another, and finally, someone went crazy, roared, and slammed desperately against the prison, attracting the masked man of the guard, and there was no mercy, only cold chains, which imprisoned the man's neck and took the man's life.

Entering the abyss slave fighting field, except for fighting, there is only death, and if you want to live, you can only win, and there is nothing else.

Day 2!

Still the same as the day before, one by one, people walked out of the prison and went to unknown places, and few people survived, for many people, this is mental torture.

In the prison where Ye Ling was, there were four people, none of them went, and none of them died, Ye Ling was still cultivating as if no one was around, the thin old man was slumped, the young man was leaning against the corner, and the tall and thin man was half-squinting, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Two hundred and seventy-two!"

Finally, on the third day, the tall and thin man was called out, walked out of the cell, and left the cell.

Ye Ling opened his eyes, glanced at them, and then withdrew his gaze and continued to cultivate.

In the middle of the sound, the tall and thin man returned, with blood all over his body, his face, prison clothes, and hands, and the look in his eyes became even more fierce, like a vicious wolf.

He was much better than the one before him, and there were no other wounds except for a scratch on his abdomen, and apart from these, he also received some blood food, which seemed to be a reward.

Many people in a prison looked at him with a solemn look on their faces.

In this way, it can only prove that this tall and thin man is very strong, at least in these days, he is the strongest one.

Day 4!

Day 5!

The thin old man also walked out of the prison, and like the tall and thin old man, he also returned, covered in blood, there seemed to be a trace of blood on his mouth, and there was a hideous piercing wound on his abdomen.

It was also a bloody meal, which proved his strength, and he was not weak at all compared to tall and thin men.

In one cell, four people, two people actually survived, and many people turned their eyes on Ye Ling and the cowardly young man, with a solemn expression and a trace of fear in their eyes.

Day after day, on the ninth day, the cowardly young man went out, and his sloppy eyes, with a hint of fear, seemed to make anyone think that he would not return.

But he came back, compared with the tall and thin man and the old man, the smell of blood on his body was even stronger, and he was covered in blood, I don't know how many people he had killed, and at a glance, the tall and thin man was staring.

Cowardly young man, he hides very deeply, even if he is only a cowardly appearance until now, no one dares to underestimate him.

In the end, only Ye Ling was left, and the three people in the iron prison all looked at Ye Ling, and they were all stunned.

Still cultivating, for nine days, Ye Ling continued in this state, and it seemed that he hadn't moved at all, and he didn't seem to know that he was about to play, and he couldn't live long.

"Two hundred and seventy-one!"

On the tenth day, the man in black called Ye Ling's number, a prison, and less than a hundred people who survived in the past ten days almost all fell on Ye Ling, and they all stared.

Most of the prisons were empty, and at most there was only one person left, cold and lonely.

The prison where Ye Ling was located was the only exception, none of the four people died, all of them survived, tall and thin youth, cowardly youth, thin old man, and there didn't seem to be a weak person.

In the end, there was only one Ye Ling, this madman who had been cultivating cross-legged for ten days, could he survive?

Handsome eyebrows, starry eyes, and a hint of scholarly atmosphere, he really doesn't look like a fierce person, perhaps, he is the exception in this cell, and everyone in a cell will never survive.

Ye Ling opened his eyes, a dark light disappeared in his eyes, no one noticed, he glanced at the people in the cell, smiled faintly, and then looked at the masked man holding chains in the aisle, and walked out of the prison.

Laughed?

The three people in the prison, as well as some people around them, were all stunned, looking at Ye Ling, stunned for a while.

At this time, he can still laugh, slave arena, doesn't he know what kind of place it is, there is a meat grinder, a slaughterhouse, more terrible than purgatory.

Lunatic!

In the end, there was only one word left in the hearts of the group of people, and they shook their heads and ignored them anymore.

The cold chains, a little heavy, were locked on Ye Ling's body, Ye Ling glanced at the masked man holding the chains in front of him, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he disappeared in an instant.

Ten people, one after the other, walked down the deep prison aisle, Ye Ling was the last.

The rusty cell door, stained with blood, has been in this dark prison for so long, this is the first time Ye Ling has come out, along a staircase, all the way up.

Ye Ling heard the voice, it seemed to be a human voice, a lot of people, the voice was mixed with madness and excitement, and it rushed into Ye Ling's ears, and suddenly, the light shot into his eyes, and the world in front of him suddenly became clear.

Like a well, Ye Ling's group of people were under this well, looking up, they could see a piece of sky, a blood-colored sky, like a wave-like sound, swept down.

"Kill!" "Kill!"

A ladder, from the bottom up, leads to the world above, and drops of blood are dripping.

"Climb up, there is your battlefield above, and there is only one thing you have to do, kill the others and survive. ”

The black-clothed masked man appeared behind him and said, his voice was full of indifference, Ye Ling did not look back, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he was about to move, someone had already started to crawl, and after a moment of hesitation, he was already the last person.

(End of chapter)