"Are you the Liquid People that Sky Shadow mentioned..."
Taking a step forward, Feng Yi squinted at the machine resembling a human woman, unable to hide a peculiar look in his eye.
The liquid metal beauty blinked her attractive eyes, as if hesitating, or perhaps giving a faint smile. Her pearly teeth parted as if about to respond, but suddenly, a long tongue-sword shot out, aiming straight for Feng Yi's throat, followed by a sharp clang.
The tongue-sword broke into two from the recoil, causing the liquid metal body to stagger backward from inertia.
"To think that such a trick would work on me is to underestimate me too much."
It seemed the liquid metal wouldn't communicate further with Feng Yi. Seeing their first move fail, dozens of machines with various appearances instantly surrounded him.
Swish, swish, swish, swish... Their swords glittered coldly, slashing around Feng Yi with reckless abandon.
