"Who are you?!" A chill shot down Jiang Xinli's spine. The palm clutching her Bone Cutting Knife was slick with cold sweat.
'Aren't the houses in the interstellar prison supposed to be impenetrable?'
'When on earth did this person get in? She and her four Beast Husbands hadn't noticed a thing...'
The black shadow's mouth stretched to his ears in a grotesque smile. "Lord Jiang, our superiors would like to meet you."
"What superiors? Which ones?" Jiang Xinli deliberately drew out her words, her peripheral vision subtly glancing out the kitchen window.
It was pitch-black outside.
Although her vision had adjusted to the darkness, it couldn't compare to that of a Male Beastman.
But even with a casual sweep, she caught sight of an ice-blue figure moving like a gale through the dark rubble, viciously slaughtering the Puppet Corpses.
One Puppet Corpse fell after another, but more swarmed forward endlessly from behind.
