The overwhelming net of fire turned into ashes in mid-air, like snowflakes stained with dust, falling one after another.
The shocked alchemists finally came back to their senses, and screams broke out from their throats.
Mengmeng Qi did not expect the invaders to come so soon. The soldiers he had dispatched to guard around the square had no effect at all, and they were already brazenly fighting their way into the Alchemist Convention. If Shen Yanxiao had not been prepared and asked Vermillion Bird to take action in the first instant, all the alchemists in the square would have suffered when the big nets came down!
After the shock, Mengmeng Qi did not fall into pessimism. He immediately reassigned the guards around the square, but his orders did not get any response. The mechanical puppets standing around the square remained motionless.
"What's going on?" Mengmeng Qi was a little stunned.
