The scene at the mine was utter chaos; it was completely overrun. The four Gods of Slaughter had cleared out most of the dozens of guards, each attacking with its own astonishing abilities. Their Body Techniques and Martial Arts were all top-tier, allowing them to fight opponents above their level with ease.
These were top-tier Puppets, essentially living beings. However, they operated on a time limit. Under the strain of their continuous, explosive attacks, their surfaces had begun to show cracks, and they were on the verge of shattering.
Although they hadn't killed every last guard, the main objective was to allow the majority of the slaves to escape. The remaining guards couldn't stop them even if they wanted to; their first priority was surviving the four Gods of Slaughter. 'After all, if your own life is on the line, who has time to worry about slaves?'
