CREAK!
CREAK!
Yan Chenyun squeezed his weapon so hard that his palms emitted sharp, oppressive sounds. He hated himself for not being at the absolute peak, for not having the power to crush this beast to death.
"Fei Ningxiao, what the hell are those Stone Men?" Mo Qizheng's lightning flared even more vigorously. As he spoke, sparks of lightning crackled inside his mouth.
Before Fei Ningxiao could answer, Nie Haijun interrupted with a dark expression. His face was ashen, looking as if it could drip water, and a chilling mist lingered around his lips.
"If I'm not mistaken, these are the Stone Puppets of the Blood Boiling Race.
"Fei Ningxiao, the strong winds you stirred up earlier were purely to generate a massive amount of construction debris to form the bodies of these Blood Boiling Stone Puppets.
"I'm very curious, when did you send the Stone Puppets into the Research Institute?"
"Oh, you know about the Stone Puppets?
