Bab 327: Pollution

Selma Payne's POV:

The night rain poured down, filling the night sky with a layer of ominous mist.

By the time I arrived, the warriors were in a tough battle. It wasn't because the enemy was too powerful. On the contrary, they had to be cautious to avoid hurting their overly weak opponents.

Faced with a group of children who were not even as tall as their chests, no one dared to use any of their true abilities. They could only constantly dodge the orphans' attacks as if they did not care about their lives. Some of them were slightly injured but still dodged in a sorry state and did not fight back.

The children's state was visibly abnormal. They seemed to be controlled by something. Their dull eyes and stiff limbs were like puppets, and they were attacked in unimaginable positions by the 'puppet master'.