Main Text: Walking Corpses?—
Walking "flesh"?
Ten minutes later.
The gifted students, once brimming with fervor and swaggering arrogantly as Ji Wuri led them in a fierce assault on the Puppet Manufacturing Factory, had now met with tragedy.
As if they had poked a hornet's nest, the moment the Puppet Manufacturing Factory came under attack, countless puppet beasts surged out. If the puppet beasts before had been like a bursting flood, then the ones pouring out now were like the Heavenly River cascading down. In an instant, they drowned the gifted students, Ji Wuri included. Most terrifying of all, ninety percent of the puppet beasts fighting the students before had been bronze-grade. Now, almost no low-grade bronze puppet beasts emerged from the Puppet Manufacturing Factory. More than eighty thousand were silver-grade puppet beasts, and nearly twenty percent were gold-grade.
Heaven knew how the Puppet Manufacturing Factory had stored so many gold puppet beasts inside.
Tens of thousands of silver puppets, thousands of gold puppets.
They surrounded them from all sides.
Forming a force of utter destruction.
Forget ordinary students— even Zhong Hua, piloting the Sword Dancer, and Ji Wuri, piloting the Vengeful Prince, felt pressure bearing down on them like a mountain.
"Retreat!" Ji Wuri's Vengeful Prince was simultaneously focused down and besieged by more than a hundred gold puppet beasts. He could no longer move with his former grace. If this were not Human Valley, if there were no restrictions of law and no ban on force, then if Ji Wuri himself acted, even another ten thousand gold puppet beasts could be instantly destroyed without the slightest effort. Unfortunately, this was Human Valley. Though he possessed the power of a quasi-Divine Rank, Ji Wuri had no chance to wield it.
"Everyone, charge out with me!" Zhong Hua was both