"Bang, bang, bang~"
In a range of mountains, dozens of the Barbarian Race were wielding and waving their iron chains and copper hammers. Under their horrifying strength, pits were smashed out in the mountains. Boulders were crushed and tumbled down. Specks of dust were stirred up and there were even cracks in the ground…
The barbarians were trying to smash at Fate Wheels with a team of people on them. Every single one of the people was vivid and realistic. A warrior could not tell them apart with psychic power, let alone with naked eyes. One clone after another was smashed and collapsed in midair. In the eyes of the barbarians, there was desperation.
They had seen this coming—