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[Please prepare for immediate evacuation.]
That's what the mysterious Internal Strength Master had said.
But clearly, the surrounding members of the Order of Knights had no intention of allowing him to do so.
One by one, the walls on the edge of the building were being breached, and more prosthetic bodies emerged.
These prosthetic bodies were of various forms, but undoubtedly, they were all high-performance Martial Artist Prostheses.
All of them were repeating the same phrases, "You killed me!" "You actually chopped me up!" "It hurts so much!" "I'm dead! Dead!"
"Is this some kind of cognitive disorder?" Xiang Shan muttered, "Wasn't that prosthetic body I just killed just one?"