"Haha... You think your stinking Puppet dares to act wildly in front of me? Ridiculous! Come on, take it down!" the man in the black iron mask said arrogantly.
As his voice fell, the group of mysterious people behind him.
Roar...
Each of them suddenly let out a ferocious roar, emitting a beast-like cry.
In an instant, they completed their transformations, showing characteristics of wild beasts on their bodies.
"Hmm? You're actually the Half-orcs from M country?" the Yellow Paper Mosquito said with furrowed brows.
"Haha! Die, Puppet! Are you scared now? But it's too late! In front of my Half-orcs who possess the strength of the Peak of Hundred Veins Realm, no matter how great your abilities are, tonight you'll only meet one end—death," the man in the black iron mask boasted.
"Hmph! A mere bunch of beasts with an evolutionary rate of less than fifty percent, how do you dare to be arrogant in front of me? You're all going to die," the Yellow Paper Mosquito sneered coldly.
