Time flew by, and an hour had passed.
In the dense forest, many battles of various scales had already occurred, and quite a few people were defeated and tragically eliminated.
"Niu Zhen, stop right now!"
Zhang Zihao shouted to stop the strong man who was about to deal a fatal blow to a male student.
Upon hearing Zhang Zihao's command to stop, Niu Zhen reluctantly let go of the boy in his grip.
"Ah... Thank you, Senior Brother, for sparing my life... sob sob..."
The bruised and battered boy was trembling with fear.
Because he could clearly feel that the strong man genuinely harbored a murderous intent towards him.
Those chilling eyes seemed to directly stir a fear that touched the soul, causing him to feel immensely grateful to Zhang Zihao for speaking up...
If Zhang Zihao hadn't intervened, he might have been dead by now.
"Tsk..."
Niu Zhen looked at this new student with disdain, as if looking at a piece of trash.
