Bright, clear, a vast expanse of white, the waiting hall seemed to be immersed in a sea of white light.
Li Changzhou opened his eyes, and all he saw were blurry figures, with new ones joining from time to time.
Players were shrouded in fog, only able to make out whether someone was a person or an animal—though that wasn't always certain, as some people no longer looked human, having grown wings of birds, hooves of cows, and so on.
The players in the waiting hall gradually came to their senses; the sounds of conversation grew from faint to near, getting louder and louder.
Being selected meant the chance to gain an entire planet, but it also meant that they were about to have their hands stained with blood, engaging in mass slaughter.
Assuming the communicable life forms on the target planet were like those on Earth, just killing humans alone would mean 4.8 billion, a true mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
