——“Then it became ten.”

A huge mechanical arm directly throws away, pierces, and cuts off anyone who blocks the way.

——"Shake it, shake it slowly."

He finally stood in front of the source of the sound.

That's a red tape recorder playing.

Then, he felt a pain in his back.

When he looked down, he saw the tip of a knife on his chest.

——"Go, crow karas."

The tape recorder finally played back all the content, and a chirping sound was heard inside.

To the director's ears, he felt that this was an insult to him.

"Ugh——"

He turned around angrily and threw away the attacker behind him. Yiyu was thrown to the ground and made a dog-gnawing motion. It was very unsightly, but he still had to get up.

The enthroned director roared wildly, and the demonic energy on his body rose.

Yiyu used Wu Mian Blade to prop up his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands, let go of the black dragon-patterned scabbard with his left hand and dropped it to the ground, then waved the sword in his hand and rushed towards the huge monster.

Fighting to the death gives those humans a chance to breathe.
Chapter completed!