The deformed monstrosities, clad in opera costumes and painted with dramatic makeup, simply stood there and began to sing, as though this were not a battlefield of life and death, but a theatrical stage.
Some wore flat shoes, while others walked on stilts, towering several levels above the rest. These creatures ranged from large to small. In Li Huowang's eyes, this scene was no less terrifying than the evil spirits within the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Li Huowang shivered, gazing coldly at the grotesque figures playing the roles of heroes, heroines, villains, and clowns—at this so-called Unspeakable Army.
The previous two were already so difficult to handle, yet now there were so many. Li Huowang, who once believed he had no rivals left, now realized how laughable that thought had been. This bizarre world always holds strange things I have never seen before!
