Mo Kai truly deserves to be called a seasoned veteran, his guess was spot on.
It really was a trap.
Fifteen puppets, still wildly charging forward like unbridled horses, even if caught like turtles in a jar, kept pressing on mindlessly.
But in front of the puppets, there was a net!
A net woven from Qi Blood.
"Liu Yizhou, you beast, you tricked me again!"
Mo Kai let out a sharp scream.
That's right!
He miscalculated once more.
These puppets were originally siege tools, fearless and relentless.
But too clumsy, they couldn't even turn.
Even knowing it was a trap, Mo Kai was powerless.
All he could do was summon the puppets and give them a single command, thereafter leaving everything to fate.
The puppets were actually very obedient.
They loyally executed Mo Kai's orders, but who could have foreseen the battlefield's sudden change?
The human race, initially caught off guard, had found a defensive strategy.
Now, the puppets were like lambs to the slaughter.
Bang!
Bang!
