This was his first sentence after entering the Illusion Array.
The soldier stared blankly for a moment. Then, he pursed his lips and whispered, "It's delicious..."
Zeng Anmin's Dan Feng eyes narrowed. He slowly leaned closer to the soldier, his voice dropping to a freezing pitch. "I will ask you one more time. Answer me honestly: is it delicious?"
His voice rang clearly in everyone's ears. At the same time, the Vast Righteous Qi on his body boiled. The majesty of a Confucian Cultivator pressed down on the crowd, radiating a suffocating aura.
Pressed so closely by this immense pressure, the soldier gulped hard.
"No... it's not delicious." Finally unable to withstand it, his voice even carried a hint of a choke.
Those hard-to-swallow rations, mixed with muddy blood water—how the hell could they be delicious!
