The Skeleton Grabbed My Ankle
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Clang—"
In the darkness, the sound of swords clashing echoed, followed by Duan Ting's shout, "Brother, help me!"
"I'm struggling myself, how can I help you?" Su Liangwei blocked the puppet's sword with his own, his arm numb and almost losing sensation.
At this moment, countless mechanical puppets were chasing them. These puppets, made of iron and wood, were seven feet tall, towering over the men, each wielding heavy weapons, leaving them almost defenseless.
"Ah—" A puppet struck one of their men on the shoulder, blood gushing out. "Brother, help me!"
Su Liangwei's sword was pressed down by the puppet, his body slowly sinking, his face red and veins bulging, about to kneel.
In a critical moment, he suddenly lay down, kicking the puppet away with his legs and quickly hiding in a corner. He rubbed his wrist, almost crippled by the encounter.
"Ah—" Another man had his arm chopped off by a puppet, falling to the ground unconscious.