570 Horde of Strange Snakes!

With a loud shatter, the last alloy door broke apart, and a dozen Type 3 Flesh-Eaters charged in.

Yue Zhong pointed at them, "Break them!!"

"Yes! Master!"

With a glint, Xiangma Yiming charged forwards, his speed pushed to the limit, and he pounced right into the group.

"Sir Xiangma!! What are you doing?!"

"Ah!!! No!!! Sir Xiangma!!"

"...."

The Type 3 Flesh-Eaters that had just charged in were instantly torn in two, screaming in agony and pain.

Even though Xiangma Yiming had been gravely injured barely moments ago, and forced to utilize his Radiance of Life, dealing with ordinary Type 3 Divine Warriors was not an issue.

Yue Zhong pointed at them, and many Type 3 Puppet Runes shot out, imprinting their foreheads, turning them into puppets.

He then summoned a number of Type 3 Puppet Runes, placing them in Xiangma Yiming’s hands, "Go sniff them all out and make them my puppets!"