"Huh? Where are the other two?"
"Could it be that on the final day, everyone's been separated?"
Xu Yang appeared in a training arena, but neither Blood Ming nor Shi Hu was anywhere to be seen. He couldn't help guessing—perhaps the last day's battle was truly a test faced alone.
As soon as the thought formed, one figure after another materialized out of thin air.
Swish swish swish!!
Xu Yang's face changed dramatically, his throat working in shock.
"Hell!"
"Nine puppet warriors, nine immortal beasts!"
"How the hell am I supposed to fight this?"
He knew on the twenty-eighth day there had been eight immortal beasts, and on the twenty-ninth, eight puppets.
He'd guessed the final day might reach nine!
But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined: nine puppet warriors, nine immortal beasts!
Eighteen in total!
Puppets in the front, immortal beasts behind!
Predatory gazes, murderous intent laid bare!
Cold sweat was already rolling down Xu Yang's back.
