In just a short time, more than half of the puppets in front of the middle-aged man were dead or injured. Staring at the scene, the face of the middle-aged man was full of stupefaction.
He never imagined that Liu Hun's strength would be so terrifying. He knew these puppets very well; even if they got injured, as long as they were not dead, they could definitely get up and continue fighting because pain was meaningless to them.
Unfortunately, he did not know that Liu Hun was the most familiar with these puppets before him.
"Escape!" Watching Liu Hun take down one puppet after another with a single punch, the middle-aged man finally reacted. A thought immediately rose in his mind—to get out and call for reinforcements; otherwise, he feared he might lose both troops and valuables today. Not only his son would be lost inside, but he himself would die here.
