"They have all become puppets."
Looking at the people with the smell of death, one person swallowed and said with some difficulty.
The others even felt a chill rush from their feet to the top of the skull, and their backs were cold. These people were all geniuses who could amaze an era. But they had died here and become unconscious creatures.
This was more horrible than death.
"Go to hell!"
The forty people opened their mouths in unison and made a voice that was emotionless and chilling in the heart.
"It seems that this should be the first test for us to enter the Mountain." Looking at the figures exuding icy auras in the distance, Locke said lightly.
"Damn it! Even if they used to be geniuses, they are just a group of dead people now. How dare they try to stop me?" A hot-tempered middle-aged man sneered, bursting out a powerful fighting spirit. After changing his direction, he directly rushed toward the Mountain.
Boom!