"Su Yue, stop talking nonsense. You're making me panic!"
Wuteng Feng shot Su Yue a complaining look before turning his worried gaze back to the light screen. He hoped Su Yue was just joking, but a part of him actually believed the boy's words. It was too terrifying.
Su Yue ignored Wuteng Feng. Biting his lip, he fell silent, his eyes locked onto the light screen as his pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks. The slaughter had already begun. As expected, Su Yue's prediction was terrifyingly accurate.
Although the three Major Generals were all Sixth Grade Martial Artists, they were at an absolute disadvantage. There was simply no other way around it. Over four hundred uninjured puppets that felt no pain and feared no death swarmed them like an overwhelming tide. It was an absolute nightmare.
