"What ridiculous, pathetic faces.
"I've enjoyed your despair enough. Now, the slaughter... officially begins!"
HUM!
As Fei Ningxiao's words fell, a ripple seemed to spread across the sky. The earthquake intensified once more. The puppets, which had previously stood still like stone statues, fully came to life. Wielding their weapons, they charged madly toward the three entrances.
At this moment, all eyes were glued to the entrances. The low-rank Martial Artists of the legion tried to block them, but unfortunately, they were annihilated in a single clash.
Obviously, Fei Ningxiao hadn't lied. Under his control and omniscient view, each puppet was incredibly agile, possessing unparalleled combat instincts. What was worse, every single one of them was at the peak of Rank Five.
"All low-rank Martial Artists, scatter!" ordered the three Major Generals. They had already drawn their blades, ready to fight to the death.
At the shelter.
"It's hopeless!"
