Ye Fengsheng's voice was just slightly distorted. He looked at the five people with his eyes. After a slight rotation of his palm, the black spot on his sword began to uncontrollably awaken.
Suddenly, no malice!
If one man faced the other man, he would not dare to act rashly at the gathering.
Though they are strong, they are not fools. Even animals know that there are things they cannot provoke and cannot handle. When people inject special genes, they naturally become more aware.
Of course, death is not the fear, nor is pain the main issue. What truly frightens them is the fear of amputation, and today that uncertainty looms.
By nightfall, the shadows appeared on the sword, suddenly leaving them without other limbs. They felt their limbs slowly departing their bodies, losing control. They heard their blood slowly flowing outward but were helpless. They could only lie in place, unable to move, sadly waiting for the arrival of death. Dismembered.
