Ye Dust hides his identity and quietly follows the crowd and goes into the depths of the underworld.

Soon, the front crowd stopped, and in the front passage stood a respectful figure, armed with a blade, wearing heavy armor and breathing of death.

"Puppet!" Leaf dust looks slightly congealed, he can feel that these figures in front of him are not living creatures, but dead creatures, and there is no trace of anger on his body.

Curiously, these puppets are shrouded in death and seem not to be corroded at all.

"Let's go!" Many strong people rushed out, the strong breath blooming, want to tear these puppets to pieces in...