A Cornered Dog Leaps Over the Wall Under Crushing Pressure

The Cult's missionaries cursed each other to vent their frustration, cursing everyone they could possibly curse.

The utterly useless beast tribes, the rule-breaking Starfire cultivators, the family parasites who only knew how to hold them back while demanding benefits, the nearby kindred secretly digging pits for them...

In the end, not even the blond missionary with only one tail left escaped a round of merciless criticism.

"You dog, you put on such an impressive act. Among us, you looked like some peerless master no one could beat. So why did you suddenly wilt the moment you faced those Starfire bastards?"

"You were already among the top tier of combat power among the missionaries. Yet when you faced a second-cohort Starfire student, you lost without even managing to leave them crippled. Even if someone helped you in the end, you shouldn't have been kicked to death like a stray dog, should you?"

The organs each of them had modified were different, so naturally, what they saw was different as well.

Moreover, the blond missionary who had already died had acted far too quickly. Almost the moment he left the council, he had led his subordinates out at full speed. Many people had not even had time to react before they saw him leave.

The Cult's internal system had always been extraordinarily lax, let alone the fact that those beneath them were a pack of beasts who had not received even a few days of proper education and whose brains had been ruined by excessive modification.

To put it bluntly, controlling these fellows was no easier than leading a group of three-year-old children.

But when it came to leaving alone to see what was happening, many of them did not dare.

Setting aside how violently those modified "sheep" might riot once the