In the distant African Archipelago, a brutal melee battle is unfolding, with flesh and blood flying, cruel and intense.
They seem to be stuck in the era of cold weapons, having only wooden sticks and sharp knives as their weapons, engaging in close combat filled with primal force. Baru lifted a black man high above his head and then fiercely slammed him to the ground, his spine hitting hard rocks, followed by the crisp sound of "crack." The man's face twisted in agony, but Baru didn't give his enemy a chance to breathe, directly ripping him in half. Under the moonlight, blood sprayed, a severed arm rolled to Ah Fu's feet. Ah Fu screamed, instinctively hiding behind Yun Miao.
This place is simply a purgatory on earth.
Yun Miao watched the brutal scene before him, his expression unchanged, his dark eyes clear and deep.
