บท 1720: Last Chance

Seven claps rang out in the spacious surveillance center after most of the staff had been evacuated. It was especially dry and eerie.

Lu Siya realized that these guys with weird faces and stiff postures were definitely not normal humans.

She stopped her useless struggle, and flames of fury shot out of her eyes. She tried to burn the puppets' shells to expose the guys hiding within the darkness.

"Who are you people?!" Meng Chao gritted his teeth and asked.

"It doesn't matter who we are."

The seven puppets spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping as if they were echoes coming from the depths of a dark cave. Not only did they contain soul-stirring magic power, they could also conceal the words of a single puppet, an indelible characteristic that originated from Yun Feidian.

"The most important thing is that a civilization will always have people like us, and it will never be able to leave people like us behind."