In perfect synchronization, they performed flashy backflips and aerial spins, leaping off the branch with surprising agility.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
They landed gracefully in a wide circle around Purple Death, surrounding her in an instant.
And once on the ground, they all struck new, even stranger fighting stances, some with one leg raised high like cranes, others with arms crossed dramatically over their chests, and a few crouching low while pointing dramatically at her.
A heavy, awkward silence filled the air.
But soon, Purple Death snapped out of her daze and sneered.
"So you send your subordinates this time… huh?"
She turned sharply toward Shadow's direction, only to find that the black-robed puppet had already disappeared without a trace.
'Dammit! I was getting too distracted by these strange dramatic poses!'
Nearby, the three spectators were equally stunned.
"Those white-cloaked puppets…!" Yao Xin hissed. "They're the same ones from inside the secret realm!"
WHOOSH!
