"Mr. Chu is right. These guys are truly treacherous."
Shang Yifei had already seen through the burly man's team's objective.
They wanted to separate the strong from the weak to avoid wasting time,
then toss the weak into the air like sandbags to attract the White Bone Evil Spirit's attention.
This would create an opening that even the White Bone Evil Spirit couldn't cover, giving them a chance to escape.
It wasn't just Shang Yifei; the other Martial Artists had more or less figured it out as well.
They immediately stopped following orders, scattering in all directions and putting distance between themselves and the burly man's team.
But how could the weaker ones possibly escape?
One after another, they were caught and thrown into the air like sandbags.
In just a few seconds, dozens of Martial Artists, their faces pale with terror, were hanging in midair.
